Hit my first getting-over-Steve obstacle yesterday: he's going on a date with someone and has probably been with her before and will be with her.
Felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach, couldn't breathe for like an hour, so my colleagues to my to the Radium Beer Hall during lunch for a double gin and tonic. Least to say, it sorted me out somewhat.
It sorted me out because: fuck that, I will now date with a vengeance.
Last night I met Saturday Night Conquest for a drink, mainly to put these proverbial cards on the table. It was honestly the nicest night ever! We had drinks, then he took me out to dinner to this amazing oriental restaurant at Melrose Arch. We sat on the couches at Moyo, shnuggled a little, then hit the Melrose Arch hotel for a cup of Earl Grey tea. It was amazing: we chatted about how I'm not gunning for a relationship, and then general stuff like jobs, architecture (which we both love), Germany (cos that's where he's from), and how he's not pushing me into anything. Yay!
Also, strangely how he's blue eyed/blond Ayrian race looking, which is strange for what I usually go for, and how I'm brunette/brown eyed and he doesn't usually go for this.
Was great, and it sorted out my sadness one time.
Got to bed at 2:00am.
Then I got one of those 2:30 am calls from my friend who'd had too much to drink. He does this way too often.