Again? Not again...

I'm finally over him, and so he gets a name. I'm calling him Rocky because he's a boorish low-class Italian who moves toward a singular goal with little care or thought for anyone else and yet somehow remains a hero. It suits him.

Rocky and I are on relatively good terms. I mean, he no longer avoids and ignores me and I no longer want to make him cry so that's something. We've actually been laughing together a bit, and I don't think about him all the time. So my mind, my attention, has been free to wander.

Lo and behold it wandered to an electrician who I caught staring at me all the time on set. It wandered right to the deep, clear blue pools of his beautiful eyes and his pouty lips that make me want to kiss him until I can't breathe. And of course he has a girlfriend. Of course.

So how come he snuck this photo of me (and probably more) on set, sat on it for two weeks and then gave it to me?



Who puts that kind of thought into something when he has a girlfriend already?? And then he flirted with me all day in front of the other guys in his department. It was totally embarrassing. I was so nervous I could barely talk to him. Then he started texting me. It was flirty even after he mentioned he wasn't single.

And what IS it with me and unavailable dudes? This HAS to stop. And how come they all seem to think I'm perfect 'other woman' material? Is it a redhead thing? Do I dress too sexy? Am I not pretty enough to be arm candy for life? Is it my attitude? Am I too flirty or too brash? Too quick with a dirty joke? I don't wanna be the other woman, I wanna be the only woman!

More than that though, I wanna stop thinking about Him...the new one with no name. Except I know his name already...He's Danger.