Have I mentioned that I'm having an affair with a married executive?

Cass
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So, I have summoned up my courage and would like to ask the following: It would give me great pleasure if you would be agreeable to a rendezvous one evening outside of the office - perhaps early next week? A short answer (hopefully to the affirmative!) for tonight would suffice.... 

Cass

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On a scale of one to eight hundred...

- Last night I drove to Longeuil so that Tyson could test drive a used car as he is leaving for Winnipeg next week. He is going home. I am crushed. Realised I've actually known him for a full year, now. Really, that's a lot of someone. Seeing them every work day for an hour or two a day amounts to enough. Plus all the outings he joined and the hockey seasons spent. Driving with him last night was so pleasant - I'm really very sorry we didn't spend more time one on one. We often enough spent lunch hours just the two of us but 3 car hours + shopping for a big life thing together was stupid to do days before he leaves. We're closer now, we are. He opened up in the car when I asked him to describe his home and he kept going. I said goodbye at his castle when he asked me up for a beer but his things are in my trunk so I'm going to have to do it again. Got a good long full body hug and I told him how happy I was to have known him. Went to move away and had to go back and lean on his chest for just a second longer. I know he doesn't like the physcial contact with someone he hasn't been 'physical' with but it's a goodbye.
I drove home on the 40 with no stereo on, in a kind of daze until I was at the Sources exit and my brain went - Friday night, 8h45, Rogers on Sources, BOBBY. So I braked hard and scooted off the highway to Bobby. Bobby would make everything better. Bobby would ease the ache on the right side of my body. When he came out after closing I got out of the car and said "On a scale of one to eight hundred, how weird would it be if I asked you to sit in the back seat with me?". He obliged, a little weirded out obviously, and I scooted up next to him saying I required physical contact. So I sat with my head on his chest and his arm around me absorbing his self. I apologized afterwards for 'using you for your comfort' and he replied 'what, no hug goodbye?'
I defnitely know I weirded him out a bit but I needed it so bad. Just for like, 8 minutes.

I succesfully got home without crying with my contacts in. Learned not to do that at Macleans for Tysons show (ps, he thought I was crying because the song was sad, not for him leaving. lawl).

irl

-Jason holds the door open for me, we start walking-

Me: “I dreamt we were in a maze last night” (zero precursor. Not even a hello)

-We talk about corn fields and how forced mouse races are like being employed, for a while-

Me: “I had to leave you behind, actually”

JZ: “Oh, well I’m sorry I disappointed you in your dream. Usually I’m excellent in dreams. Sub-par in real life but good in dreams”

Me: “Uh huhu huhuhuhuh”.

 

Thanks,

 

Cass Ranger

 

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Thanksgiving was wonderful with my brothers.

Unfortunately I am so disappointed and insulted by her not showing up again that I could fall asleep crying.

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Text to Lexi:

Justin was wearing this thin cerulean sweater today and his hair and beard are all freshly trimmed ...i nearly fainted. Nerrrrrr
Im so attracted to everything about him. It makes me sad. 

I just remembered something puzzeling. The morning after I hosted Bobs "not so going away party" is when we had the half talk with "I've already broken up with you in my head" that started two weeks of solid silence before he broke us up.

The thing I'm wondering about is if -and if so; why - where we in separate beds that night?

I know we were in his bedroom in bed cuddling and talking when we broached the subject of what we would do now that we had more time than we had thought just two days prior when he said that line to me. I definitely ran from the room to vomit and swiftly called Kory to save me while throwing my things together in the yellow upstairs bedroom where we most most most often slept. I feel like I crawled in the downstairs bed in the morning, though, and why the fuck would that have been the case??? How the he'll was I so fucking blind? What??!

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