friday afternoon, my co-worker and i headed to the brand new whole foods near our offices for lunch (blessed be!).
it was a cornucopia of yumminess, and i had a hard time deciding. eventually, i asked for a stuffed pepper, and the counter slaves could not find the price, so they gave it to me as a sample. as the guy handed me my pepper, he said ‘that’s on us honey. just come back and tell us what you think.’
i found it amusing because strangers often use terms of endearment for me. i am almost never maam or miss, but almost always honey, sweetie, or darlin’. i can be with women, men, by myself--it doesn't matter. i don’t know what it is about me that elicits that response, but it is too common to deny. on one hand, it’s endearing. on the other, a little creepy.
friday evening was an altogether different experience.
i haven't been in a bar in probably four years or so. it's not that i am uncomfortable with the environment, but the last time i was in one, i was with several girlfriends. every one of them got hit on, except me. now granted, the average height of the guys at this place was 5'7", and with three inch heels, my 6'0" self wasn't exactly screaming 'hey, i'm approachable.' yet, it was enough of an ego blow that i have completely avoided the scene.
so here i am on a friday night, and i've got to go to a bar for work. yes, i realize tht sounds strange, but there was a band playing, and the band wants to play at our big event in april. this was the best opportunity to audition them. thank heavens anne was able to go last minute, because i had completely forgotten about it, and was terrified to go alone.
so, with my wing-girl locked in, we headed to the club/pool hall/bar. anne and i were both a little out of our element, and it wasn't long before a timid girl approached us. thinking, based on the location of the joint, that she could very well be someone i knew from my past, i was curious as to what she had to say. 'hi. this is so embarassing, but my friends think that you are cute and want to buy you a drink. are you single?'
i was taken completely off guard. granted, i sometimes get picked up in very strange locations, ie, gas stations, or even weirder yet, from moving cars (twice now, i have had guys write down their phone numbers and hold it up to their windows as they passed by me in their vehicles), yet it had never occurred to me that someone might try to pick me up in a bar. clearly, i am out of practice. my first response was the honest one. we're single. then running through my head was 'doh!, why did i tell her that? now what are we going to do?' so i tried to recover. 'all i'm drinking is diet coke. tell them we're mormon, and we're no fun.'
admittedly, not my best work. and i immediately thought 'oh crap. men love a challenge,' as this girl simultaneously said 'oh, i don't know, men like a challenge!'
not sure where to go from there i just asked her to tell them thank you, but not interested, which is probably what i should have started with. she told us to take a look around, and if we saw anything we liked to change our minds, to let her know. we didn't.
we stayed for another half hour or so before i felt like i had seen enough to make a decision and we were off.
saturday was a completely lazy day. i think i hate being single most on saturdays (or valentine's days or birthdays, or other holidays, but there are a lot more saturdays). my longest relationship ever lasted four years, and i remember that when he and i were dating, saturdays were crammed full of too many things to do, and not enough time. saturday mornings, were always spent at the ballpark with his 7 year old--baseball, football, or basketball, depending on the season. after that, there were always a million things to get done. there was never a quiet moment.
now it seems like saturdays are completely lifeless. i tend to get most of my 'must dos' done during the week..the cleaning, the laundry, etc. probably a result of my circadian cycle. so by the time saturday comes, i am bored to tears. a lazy saturday is a great thing once in awhile, but when every saturday is a lazy day, it gets old fast. i end up feeling like i have put my weekend to no good productive purpose. i used to volunteer on saturdays, but i was out of town on enough weekends, that it just didn't work with the type of program i was involved in. that had at least made me feel like i was doing something. however, the continued frequency of travel is preventative of trying that again.
all that to say, saturday was booo-ring. i went through the three netflix movies i had, and that's pretty much it.
by the time i came out of church on sunday, snow was already accumulating and the driving already a bit dicey. it was the first snow in our unseasonably warm winter, and i was in heaven.
i've been eagerly anticipating this first snowfall, and i think it no coincidence that our first real snow came on the 21st--my favorite day of the month. i think it was god's way of saying 'just for you, tara!'
and it was appreciated. i love the way the snow muffles the harshness of the world. the sounds of cars and people are diminished, and the silence brings a peace rarely found in today’s world.
i have severe issues with cabin fever, though, and the minute i find out or determine i can't or shouldn't get in my car and go somewhere, i am dying to get out. the roads in my neighborhood were fairly treacherous for a time, and i was trying to do the smart thing and avoid driving. so, in order to combat my need to get out, i took the dog for a walk. actually, several walks.
the feel of the cool bite of winter was incredible. it was a perfect night, windless, chilly, and the world to myself, if only for a few moments.
i was impressed this morning that the roads were mostly clear and safely passable, and even more impressed that drivers were being far more cautious then i am used to them being here.
i arrived at my office earlier than usual to prepare for a meeting, and as i walked toward the building, it seemed that all of the inhabitants were actually leaving it. fire drill. we huddled in the cold until we were finally allowed in, and i got my arse in gear for the first time in weeks.
i am the kind of person who works better with a tight deadline. i am more productive and have no time to drag my feet. but in reality, i've been dragging my feet for awhile now--doing just enough to get by in my job, and now crunch time is nearly upon me. all in all, that is probably a good thing.
and now that i have spent the last 5 minutes writing this post, it's time to get back to it!
it was a cornucopia of yumminess, and i had a hard time deciding. eventually, i asked for a stuffed pepper, and the counter slaves could not find the price, so they gave it to me as a sample. as the guy handed me my pepper, he said ‘that’s on us honey. just come back and tell us what you think.’
i found it amusing because strangers often use terms of endearment for me. i am almost never maam or miss, but almost always honey, sweetie, or darlin’. i can be with women, men, by myself--it doesn't matter. i don’t know what it is about me that elicits that response, but it is too common to deny. on one hand, it’s endearing. on the other, a little creepy.
friday evening was an altogether different experience.
i haven't been in a bar in probably four years or so. it's not that i am uncomfortable with the environment, but the last time i was in one, i was with several girlfriends. every one of them got hit on, except me. now granted, the average height of the guys at this place was 5'7", and with three inch heels, my 6'0" self wasn't exactly screaming 'hey, i'm approachable.' yet, it was enough of an ego blow that i have completely avoided the scene.
so here i am on a friday night, and i've got to go to a bar for work. yes, i realize tht sounds strange, but there was a band playing, and the band wants to play at our big event in april. this was the best opportunity to audition them. thank heavens anne was able to go last minute, because i had completely forgotten about it, and was terrified to go alone.
so, with my wing-girl locked in, we headed to the club/pool hall/bar. anne and i were both a little out of our element, and it wasn't long before a timid girl approached us. thinking, based on the location of the joint, that she could very well be someone i knew from my past, i was curious as to what she had to say. 'hi. this is so embarassing, but my friends think that you are cute and want to buy you a drink. are you single?'
i was taken completely off guard. granted, i sometimes get picked up in very strange locations, ie, gas stations, or even weirder yet, from moving cars (twice now, i have had guys write down their phone numbers and hold it up to their windows as they passed by me in their vehicles), yet it had never occurred to me that someone might try to pick me up in a bar. clearly, i am out of practice. my first response was the honest one. we're single. then running through my head was 'doh!, why did i tell her that? now what are we going to do?' so i tried to recover. 'all i'm drinking is diet coke. tell them we're mormon, and we're no fun.'
admittedly, not my best work. and i immediately thought 'oh crap. men love a challenge,' as this girl simultaneously said 'oh, i don't know, men like a challenge!'
not sure where to go from there i just asked her to tell them thank you, but not interested, which is probably what i should have started with. she told us to take a look around, and if we saw anything we liked to change our minds, to let her know. we didn't.
we stayed for another half hour or so before i felt like i had seen enough to make a decision and we were off.
saturday was a completely lazy day. i think i hate being single most on saturdays (or valentine's days or birthdays, or other holidays, but there are a lot more saturdays). my longest relationship ever lasted four years, and i remember that when he and i were dating, saturdays were crammed full of too many things to do, and not enough time. saturday mornings, were always spent at the ballpark with his 7 year old--baseball, football, or basketball, depending on the season. after that, there were always a million things to get done. there was never a quiet moment.
now it seems like saturdays are completely lifeless. i tend to get most of my 'must dos' done during the week..the cleaning, the laundry, etc. probably a result of my circadian cycle. so by the time saturday comes, i am bored to tears. a lazy saturday is a great thing once in awhile, but when every saturday is a lazy day, it gets old fast. i end up feeling like i have put my weekend to no good productive purpose. i used to volunteer on saturdays, but i was out of town on enough weekends, that it just didn't work with the type of program i was involved in. that had at least made me feel like i was doing something. however, the continued frequency of travel is preventative of trying that again.
all that to say, saturday was booo-ring. i went through the three netflix movies i had, and that's pretty much it.
by the time i came out of church on sunday, snow was already accumulating and the driving already a bit dicey. it was the first snow in our unseasonably warm winter, and i was in heaven.
i've been eagerly anticipating this first snowfall, and i think it no coincidence that our first real snow came on the 21st--my favorite day of the month. i think it was god's way of saying 'just for you, tara!'
and it was appreciated. i love the way the snow muffles the harshness of the world. the sounds of cars and people are diminished, and the silence brings a peace rarely found in today’s world.
i have severe issues with cabin fever, though, and the minute i find out or determine i can't or shouldn't get in my car and go somewhere, i am dying to get out. the roads in my neighborhood were fairly treacherous for a time, and i was trying to do the smart thing and avoid driving. so, in order to combat my need to get out, i took the dog for a walk. actually, several walks.
the feel of the cool bite of winter was incredible. it was a perfect night, windless, chilly, and the world to myself, if only for a few moments.
i was impressed this morning that the roads were mostly clear and safely passable, and even more impressed that drivers were being far more cautious then i am used to them being here.
i arrived at my office earlier than usual to prepare for a meeting, and as i walked toward the building, it seemed that all of the inhabitants were actually leaving it. fire drill. we huddled in the cold until we were finally allowed in, and i got my arse in gear for the first time in weeks.
i am the kind of person who works better with a tight deadline. i am more productive and have no time to drag my feet. but in reality, i've been dragging my feet for awhile now--doing just enough to get by in my job, and now crunch time is nearly upon me. all in all, that is probably a good thing.
and now that i have spent the last 5 minutes writing this post, it's time to get back to it!
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