In My Alternaworld...

...While I was in San Diego, the gorgeous son of the advisor to the US Ambassador to Italy approached me in a bar, swept me off to his penthouse apartment overlooking Mission Bay where he seduced me with candles and hundred dollar bills. The next morning, he had breakfast delivered to our room after erotically, yet gently, waking me from peaceful slumber. Then he took me down to the beach where he taught me how to surf and we spent the afternoon stealing longing glances and kisses while stradling our surfboards and being tossed about by the ocean's lulling current.

...I returned to work after my renewing and relaxing vacation to the offer of a promotion - a corporate liaison position in New York City. I just need to pack my bags and decide if I want the 2 bedroom with loft apartment in Midtown Manhattan, or the 3 bedroom with view of Central Park on the Upper Westside. Oh, and if I want my new business cards to include both my home and office fax numbers.

...Plan B., noticing how refreshed and happy I looked, asked if I am still angry with him. I responded with a bright smile and a twinkle in my eye, "Always." He pleaded with me about being friends again and explained that he misses spending time with me and just can't live a moment longer unless I let him back into my life in some way. I shook my head sadly and said I just couldn't do it, he had hurt me too much. Plus, I am leaving for New York City soon and look forward to escaping the daily torment of working in the same room as him. "Goodbye Plan B. And good riddance."

I think I'll be staying in my Alternaworld for quite some time.