Ok. Since you crazy people seem to enjoy things much more about my personal life, I'll try to start including more of my antics that seem worth telling. Who can really blame you for enjoying the funnier anecdotes more than the mundane training talk; even I agree the retelling of one's training day gets a bit old:
Today I swam. Then I ran.
Tomorrow I'll bike for a while and then run for a while.
The day before that I biked. Then ate the entire side of a steer...
Blah blah blah...
Let's get to some better stuff...
A couple weeks ago I guess I had a date. First of all, what quantifies as a "date". We just met for a drink - is that a date? I don't know. Does it really matter? I'm not sure I know what else to call it. Should it be described as: I met some random dude for yet another setup? Somehow that sounds pathetic.
In any event, a drink was had.
Now, before this starts sounding like I am a supreme male basher - let's face this matter squarely: I LOVE MEN. Truly, I do. My entire life I have always had more male friends than female and as a general rule I typically enjoy the company of men more than women. There are exceptions to this rule, of course, but in general - men rule. Men are simple and what-you-see-is-what-you-get. There is typically very little drama and very little game playing. I have also been incredibly lucky to have dated some exceptional guys in my life. I somehow do not have a single horror story; all of my relationships have lasted several years, all of my ex's have been smart, good looking, charismatic and successful... and my closest male friends are all as good as it gets too. I have nothing but affection for men as a species. :) I think that is in large part why I am still single - I have been been lucky to have been treated so well in every relationship I've had (friend or boyfriend) that I am quick to sift through shit I don't want.
When you've never driven anything but a Mercedes since you first owned a car and someone says, "Hey, want to try out this mediocre Dodge Dart?" .... ummmmm, no thanks. Not really.
So if it seems like I am ever male bashing, I assure you I am not. I think men are fabulous!
What I DO do is call situations like I see them. I retell the story as it is - penis or vagina notwithstanding. :)
So * mister date* and I had a drink.... conversation was... ummmm, well, it was ok. Nice guy but our connection wasn't such that I thought either of us was chomping at the bit to see one another again after we'd said goodbye. That's not a slam at him or at me - a connection involves two people; it's "chemistry". Either it's there or it isn't -- and I am pretty good at knowing pretty quickly what's what.
"There is no way I will hear from that guy again", I remember saying to JZ and Lara. I was pretty sure he wasn't over the moon with me either. And that's ok. That's the point of meeting people, no? Some you hit it off with and some you don't. No huge revelation there.
Well... maybe he was drinking a glass of wine with someone else, or maybe he felt vibes that clearly I didn't, but I was downright SHOCKED to get a voicemail the next day asking me out. C'mon. Was he SERIOUS? We had like zero chemistry!!!! What was wrong with him?? :)
(Intuition: 0 Blindsided: 1)
Then I didn't know what to do. I have never been one who has wasted a man's time by using him as time filler. I wasn't really psyched to see him again but I am also not too good at essentially rejecting someone who is nice enough (and demented enough?) to want to spend time with me. How do you turn down a date offer without hurting someone's feelings?
"You need to go out with him again!", Lara counseled.
"Why?" I was eager to hear my smart and sassy Stanford Law Graduate's perspective on this one.
"Because! Maybe he just gave the wrong impression. Give him another chance, just one more", Lara says.
"Uggg. But counselor, the jury is IN!"
"Just go", Lara encourages.
Ok. Much as I trust my gut and my instincts, I'd want someone to give me another chance if I wanted one. So.... ok. Let's give this thing another shot. Maybe my review was hasty. ?
He asks if I want to see a movie. (Perfect - I won't have to talk to him... kidding... kidding!)
So I suggest we go see 'A-Team' and tell him it's gotten great reviews.
He seems surprised at my suggestion and then says, "I just don't see you as an 'A-Team' kind of girl. You seem so demure."
I almost fell out of my chair at that. !!! I have been described as many things in my life but DEMURE is certainly not one of them. Did he pay attention at all to me?? Hilarious.
So I, of course, shoot a text to JZ, Lara and Billy about this. They had to hear his assessment of me.
Carole: "Dude doesn't think I can handle A-Team because he thinks I am demure. LOL."
The responses they sent were the best.
Lara: JZ once went out with a guy who called her "charming".
JZ: A guy called me "charming". People see what they want to see.
What I laughed at was both of them remembering the 'charming' comment.
But then Billy brought it home with the best response.
Billy: Chick who wants to see A-Team = super hot or wants to score. Both good things.
So, I texted back to my little friend: "Demure, huh? You are in for quite a surprise..."
Indeed he is.