DATING UPDATE:

Well, it's been a week since I've actually spoken with OnlineGuy on the phone. This morning he texted me and asked if I was still doing the "receptionist gig". I replied "yes". And that was that. Irritated the fuck out of me. Who the hell is he? Who the fuck is he? He's always had a problem with what I do for a living. He mentioned this before. When we first met. He would add little phrases after I told him what I do. For example, I would say "I'm a receptionist"..and he would add "for now." Fuck him. I know what I'm worth. I know what I'm capable of. And I know that I like my job and my bills get paid and I meet a lot of people and I have free internet.

This week, a new guy started in Tech Support. To protect the innocent, his name is DJ Sexy. I first met him when he was interviewing here about two weeks ago. Last Friday was his first day. He was real cool. Came up to my desk and we spoke for about twenty mins. Today, I invited him to lunch cause he eats by himself. We talked about diff stuff. Where he lives, what clubs he goes to, where he used to work. He's a DJ in his spare time. He slyly asked me for my number while mumbling something about putting my name on a list to get into a club. I've been to that club. You don't need your name on a list. But I played along. I didn't want any clingy puppies like OnlineBoy, so I got his number instead. He's not cuter than Secret LB, but he's got dimples. He doesn't make as much as OnlineBoy, but he's more manly.

We'll see.