Friends again with Morpheus and Ponderings re. attraction

I slept seven hours!!! Yay!!! Feeling almost like new. I would've slept longer, too, but alarm woke me at the usual time.
And yesterday went by maybe a little less quickly than I'd have wished, but certainly well enough, all things considered.

Re. Attraction:
Isn't it a pity that one can't choose who one is attracted to? (Probably not, because one would bollocks it up just as one does when prey to the inexplicable powers of attraction)
I had lunch with my new Greek counterpart yesterday. It seems there is yet another Holy Grail wandering the streets of Skopje: in his mid-forties, single, not gay, good-looking (although not my type), impeccable manners, clever, marvellous sense of humour, loves animals... He conquered my heart the moment he cut up half of his fillet steak and fed it to the cat sitting next to our table. "She certainly needs it more than I do," he said and shrugged off the waiter's death glare.
He told us (my Spanish colleague was there as well) that, when he was transferred from Tunis to Houston, he almost jeopardized the whole thing because a stray cat he'd taken in and wanted to take with him had vanished and he was horribly worried.
When the waiter brought the fish for Maria Angeles and me to examine, he poked and prodded the two specimens to determine which one was the better one.
He said, somewhat apologetically, "I know it sounds silly and unprofessional, but I just dislike the [...] Ambassador on sight." A man who has intuition?! And relies on it???!!!
So that's him, and I thought, why on earth can't I feel attracted to this guy but have to pant after Mr H? Of course there's no way to tell whether I'd be more successful with Stelios, but at least he'd respond to my messages... Anway, he'll be a wonderful addition to the Deputy Mafia, and that's great in its own way.

In other news, I had to do a short welcome-and-enjoy speech yesterday at the movie screening, and I did it in Macedonian! *iz proud*

So today it's back to Mr H, because there'll be a working lunch. Will try to stay zen and enjoy.

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1 October 2007:
Usually, I don't put books aside, even if I don't quite like them after about 50 pages. The Time Traveller's Wife, however, was one of these few. I hadn't intended to buy it at all, but they made such a hype about that book, so I thought ok, let's try. Couldn't bloody stand it. Will never, ever pick it up again.
Still entirely true. Couldn't stand the movie, either, and never again tried to read the book. The thought of an adult seeing his future wife at age 6 totally and utterly creeps me out. I bought Niffenegger's Her Fearful Symmetry, though, and might like it, who knows.

1 October 2008:
And, lo and behold, the Ministry has allowed for Doris to take over my accountancy responsibilities during my holiday, so I can go to Bodrum!
Erm. Well. I might have a confession to make to the f-list. We didn't go to Bodrum after all, and the official explanation was that both Janine and I had caught an intestinal virus.
Not quite true I'm afraid. I was too ashamed to admit it at the time, but I got a full-fledged panic attack at the thought of leaving ze boyz behind for a week. Janine was great. She fully understood, and held me while I sobbed, and said she'd be just as happy to stay in Ankara with me but would go back to Vienna a bit earlier because an entire week was too much.
There, that's said. Feeling much better now.

1 October 2009:
Visit by military attaché was a nightmare of boredom.

*snort* Well some things just don't change, do they?