the cowgirl gets her own scandal.

phase two of the great texas excursion has come to pass: i have now gotten myself out of houston and into dallas--something like a two-hundred mile difference, but as far as i'm concerned, two hundred miles is still enough to put between myself and that city of asphalt and onramps.

now, before i move on to chroncling my time here in the home of the cowboys, i've got to give you your final tidbit of scandal and intrigue (though it's really not terribly interesting): on the last night, after the final seminar, once all our brains were utterly caned and we were doing our level best to revive them with copious quantities of alcohol, i had a pass made at me. by a married coworker. who has a fourteen year old daughter and a seven year old son. whom you may remember, because he came to nyc a few months ago and i think i wrote about that. yeah. apparently he's been nursing a bit of a crush on me for a while now. and alas and alack for him, i had to shoot him down. naturally. but i'm fairly certain that enough glimpses of that one planting a big ol' kiss on me were had by other people that i'm going to have to explain it eventually.

ah, intrigue. that's two married men now i seem to have pulled into my web. the question is, why do i have such trouble affecting that kind of mojo on the single ones (or, at least the single ones who are worthy of my time)? because god knows, i'm never going to partake in the fruit from that particular tree. i may be a harlot in many respects, but really. i respect the institution.

anyway. time for breakfast and coffee with the family, and possibly a midmorning nap.

i love vacation. almost as much as i love scandal.