So we went Saturday morning drive to the area my new job is. I am the new coordinator for a resort and spa on Lake Austin! Benefits, stock options and perks, for a non-traditional environment. They have an herb garden they make their treatments in and I have full access. And the only black in management, BOOP. This is my dream job, except the location of my dreams is Hawaii. But I figure stay here for a few years and transfer my skills internationally, once ds is old enough to homeschool and we can travel for a few years.
"Dang this girl stay getting jobs"
I know lol. This is where I want to be for a few years. It is in the exclusive Steiner Ranch community, median house cost 1$ million, and I am moving there in a few weeks.
"Moving on up. To the eastside" Just waiting on on my background check, which is always daunting- seeing if any of these "too fast, too furious" tickets are going to bite me in the arse. It is just hills and beauty and I got to drive, it my favorite pastime, so I had control of the radio. I played my Willow, Doja Cat, the Internet, etc. He just listened and vibe, but I was starting to wonder what was his musical taste. He was busy taking video of the drive into the canyon and the hillside canyon. It was perfect yell.
We got to my house and he helped me put away dishes and I don't know how we ended up slow dancing to no music and me singing "Que Lio," lol. Well I do, I was high lol.
He returned in the morning for brunch, he cooked and he played his music...JAZZ! Yall just don't understand. I grew up on jazz. My granddad was from Joplin, Missouri, it was a staple in my household. I am a classic type of girl, my vision of "grown and sexy" was listening to Jazz in my flat with high vaulted ceilings in high school. Feeling real sensual and coming into my own as a woman. Ping, that just happened and someone was there. It hard to find men my age range that listened to the kind of jazz Cali listened to. I did not say anything, I just observed. He wasn't putting on. He accidently put sugar in my green tea and I told him he better sugar it to taste now. I was thinking to myself, if he gets this right, something is at play here, I am suspicious of the experience. He did it. Like, seriously, what the hell is going on here, lol.
I was like, "okay, pimpin."
He hates when I call him that. He has this southern Cali tone to his voice so when he talks, all that is missing is "see baby..." So when he is feeding me lines, I say, "okay, pimpin..." and that shuts him down. Anyways, good stuff, yeah...
But, yeah, that moment meant alot... oh, granny advice. She said flesh this out pass Christmas, because my star is on the rise and that can attract a "certain breed." Let us not forget TIS CUFFING SEASON!!!