superman

You know the night is going to be memorable when your senior exec is doing the superman dance. It actually started off on the wrong foot as I was imitating a sexual position with my bff and turn around to see her looking at me with a disappointed face. Not the way I pictured my first time meeting her face to face. I attended a speech she gave earlier during the week and was looking forward to the time I would get to meet her face to face so our first meeting was tainted with some awkwardness. After a couple drinks, my past was forgotten.

The conference is amazing. I've gone to a couple seminars that focus on "race", religion & sexual orientation in the workplace, and leadership development (which was an accident). I also found out that I am a cross dresser but it is socially acceptable for me because I am girl. I've met some really amazing people. In one day, I've professed my love to my new manmates, the fastest I've ever done that. I've gotten more kisses from my male counterparts than I ever knew I'd get in a lifetime and I actually enjoyed them. I think I'm pretty much living the life of a fag hag.

Welp tonight is the gala and I've volunteered to help out so I must get ready and head back over to the conference. Who knows when I'll post again, probably tomorrow as my new best friends all leave and I'll need an outlet to let out my sadness.