men in uniform. and not.

No longer is my 'problem' a problem. I knew we'd work it out. Because I'm sure there are bigger fish to fry in life.

My world is evolving and a main component is my 'new' job. They have transferred me to work for and at EMS. Quick rundown of what that means? Men in uniform. More men than women. Less bullshit. More conservative (for the time being) dress. And last, but most notably--work to do!! Being busy is definitley better than being the 'lady of leisure' I've been for the past couple of months. My credit card is gonna love it.

Other flourishing landscapes? E and I had to have 'the talk'. A very terrifying prospect for a tried and true committment phobe. I actually had a two year 'relationship' sans talk. Plus, it's only been a month. But---when you know, you know. And seriously. We're going to L.A. together. Which, in fact, was probably the impetus of this talk. 'Cause Daddy's getting a little crazy about the prospect of his little girl travelling to a different country with some guy. He threatened to kidnap me. My Dad, that is.

"You know. There have been known cases of fathers kidnapping their 24-year-old daughters because they're not happy with the situation." Seriously.

So, I treaded softly and explained the girl child clause to E. The girl clause means: It doesn't matter how old you are. Your dad will be inherently overprotective and overbearing until he trusts the guy. And quite simply, Daddy's only met E once. So now I have to set up another awkward meeting. This time Daddy promises to get down to the dirt and not spend 20 minutes talking about a kinetic sculpture.

and the 'not' referral in the title? Let's just say, I am wondering if E and I will even leave our hotel room in L.A.