Teeter-tottering
Work has been an exercise in C.Y.A. lately. Definitely not fun, and not what I signed up for, but I'm hanging tough. My Friday was double booked all day long. I was dealing with more politics and spin than CJ Craig on the West Wing but when my phone rang for the 177th time that afternoon, my tone immediately softened.
It was A calling to triangulate my exact coordinates in the massive airplane hangar in which I work so he could drop by for a quick visit. It was the first (and only) 5 minutes of humanity that I had all day long; and I used it to pick up a salad that would languish on my desk untouched because I didn't have time to take a bite the rest of the day.
I was supposed to go to a party on Saturday, but my dear friends Mr. and Mrs. Fartknocker backed out. Evidently they had an orgy with Wilco in San Antonio the night before and were completely sapped of energy. No biggie. I've been tapped out myself lately, I can relate... and this low key backyard party was the most high energy thing I had planned all weekend. Since my Saturday night was suddenly free, I gave A a jingle to see what was up.
We drove to the Whole Foods mothership downtown and perused the aisles together. He fell in love with a Mexican cream ale. I had my first experience with fresh chocolate almond butter. He bought me a bottle of local wildflower honey. I introduced him to the wonders of Dr. Bronner's soaps.
It was nice to do something so low key - a non-date date.
But I felt a little strange about it too. It was nice to feel like I was one half of a couple ... even for an hour... even if it wasn't true. We seemed to portray a convincing illusion.
We headed back to his place and stopped to rent a movie on the way. He insisted on buying me Milk Duds, even though I didn't need them. I had forgotten that we had a slice of fresh Italian Cream Cake to share. The Milkduds were spared but the cream cake wasn't granted clemency. He fed me sweet forkfuls as we watched the DVD.
We snuggled up together. It was easy. Comfortable.
I don't really know where I stand with him and I'm trying to just relax about that. Maybe we're just friends. Maybe it'll be more.
It was A calling to triangulate my exact coordinates in the massive airplane hangar in which I work so he could drop by for a quick visit. It was the first (and only) 5 minutes of humanity that I had all day long; and I used it to pick up a salad that would languish on my desk untouched because I didn't have time to take a bite the rest of the day.
I was supposed to go to a party on Saturday, but my dear friends Mr. and Mrs. Fartknocker backed out. Evidently they had an orgy with Wilco in San Antonio the night before and were completely sapped of energy. No biggie. I've been tapped out myself lately, I can relate... and this low key backyard party was the most high energy thing I had planned all weekend. Since my Saturday night was suddenly free, I gave A a jingle to see what was up.
We drove to the Whole Foods mothership downtown and perused the aisles together. He fell in love with a Mexican cream ale. I had my first experience with fresh chocolate almond butter. He bought me a bottle of local wildflower honey. I introduced him to the wonders of Dr. Bronner's soaps.
It was nice to do something so low key - a non-date date.
But I felt a little strange about it too. It was nice to feel like I was one half of a couple ... even for an hour... even if it wasn't true. We seemed to portray a convincing illusion.
We headed back to his place and stopped to rent a movie on the way. He insisted on buying me Milk Duds, even though I didn't need them. I had forgotten that we had a slice of fresh Italian Cream Cake to share. The Milkduds were spared but the cream cake wasn't granted clemency. He fed me sweet forkfuls as we watched the DVD.
We snuggled up together. It was easy. Comfortable.
I don't really know where I stand with him and I'm trying to just relax about that. Maybe we're just friends. Maybe it'll be more.
posted by Master Dater @ 4:21 PM
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