Last night I had a volleyball game, and it sucked because my team was being divisive. Mr. Everything's best friend and I were trying to play real volleyball, while the other guy was just trying to hit it over from everywhere on the court. Ugh! But the bigger thing is the fact that Mr. Everything was there... not that I was looking... but I did catch him looking over at my court once--which, of course, is also the court of his best friend, so that doesn't MEAN anything.
But then after the game he came over to us and said something to his best friend, then said hey to me and gave me a HUGE side hug... I mean, this was a super affectionate side hug. Then he hugged his best friend's fiancee--just to make it natural and all. Later he revealed that he had indeed been drinking (as our volleyball league is what is known as a "beer league") so that could explain the exuberance. But he was disappointed I wasn't going to the bar after the game, and frankly, so was I. Which put me in a terrible mood the rest of the evening.
Which brings me to my point, my frustration with being interested in this random person I do not know when I have a wonderful man in my life. We're going on a date tonight. :-D And I think the interest in Mr. Everything is just because I like the chase and all, but I wish I had a good friend to set him up with... I wish I had friends that liked the guys I meet, because I meet a lot and need to be sharing the wealth. Speaking of, my roommate was complaining that she doesn't meet men like our other friend and I do and I felt sort of bad, but at the same time, she doesn't go out with new people! I am super busy because I am running around meeting new people playing sports and going out with other friends or new friends or whoever. I wish some of that would rub off on her. And I wish some of her staying home would rub off on me!
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
My roomie comes to town tomorrow!
I know I'm still taking this me and R. thing too seriously, because when we're together it's good, so why worry about everything else, ya know? Like we don't need to talk every day, he doesn't need to call me back when there's nothing to say... and yet I wish he WANTED to. Although I don't know that he doesn't want to, I just know that he doesn't.
My old roomie is coming in to town this weekend, which I am excited about for many reasons, the least of which is that it will allow me to clear my head of R. thoughts. He'll be hanging out out with us, but that's what's important--he will be hanging out with US, not she will be hanging out with him and me.
I love this roomie, she is the sweetest, most genuine person but has the craziest sense of going out and partying... she's an amazing combo and I can't wait to see her again. Her brother is coming too, and he's the same as her, but in boy form. I love them both, which is why I'm so stoked for this weekend.
Also, the Cali boy from run club is still emailing me and might come with us to play volleyball on Saturday. I'm not trying to play anyone here, but I'm worried I'm getting into one of those situations where I am accidentally leading someone on... but I'm just being friendly, he's new to town, and I've never tried to hit on him. Then again, he's never met R.
I wonder if I should just ask R. if he's my boyfriend? Put it on him, right? But that still means I brought up the DTR... dang it!
My old roomie is coming in to town this weekend, which I am excited about for many reasons, the least of which is that it will allow me to clear my head of R. thoughts. He'll be hanging out out with us, but that's what's important--he will be hanging out with US, not she will be hanging out with him and me.
I love this roomie, she is the sweetest, most genuine person but has the craziest sense of going out and partying... she's an amazing combo and I can't wait to see her again. Her brother is coming too, and he's the same as her, but in boy form. I love them both, which is why I'm so stoked for this weekend.
Also, the Cali boy from run club is still emailing me and might come with us to play volleyball on Saturday. I'm not trying to play anyone here, but I'm worried I'm getting into one of those situations where I am accidentally leading someone on... but I'm just being friendly, he's new to town, and I've never tried to hit on him. Then again, he's never met R.
I wonder if I should just ask R. if he's my boyfriend? Put it on him, right? But that still means I brought up the DTR... dang it!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I'm a boy
1) We're playing volleyball last night, and one of my good friends says that the girls will rotate in for each other, and then names off all the girls... but leaves my name out. "What about me?!" I ask, only half-mad.
He looks at me and says without even a hint of sarcasm, "You're not a girl, you're one of the guys."
2) I'm talking about wanting to walk to this festival this weekend, and R. shoots down the idea, saying, "We'd sweat our balls off."
"I don't have balls," I point out.
"Yes, you do."
3) On the phone with my mom: "Mom, I got called a boy twice today." Then I proceed to rant about R. (details coming) and not five minutes later she says, apparently unaware of the irony, "So you're the boy in the relationship?"
... I have long been "one of the boys" and have long considered my psyche more akin to that of the opposite gender in ways that I handle relationships, both romantic and platonic. I also enjoy sports, cars, and beer, which are all stereotypical manly pursuits. I have never had a problem with it, and it has helped me earn street cred as a basketball player. But it might be causing problems now.
After three hours of volleyball last night, R. wanted me to stop by his house. He knew I was sweaty and sandy, yet he wanted me to come over, since we hadn't seen each other in a week. I don't have a problem with being dirty, and he invited me knowing the circumstances, so naturally I went. He didn't kiss me. Not when I came in, not while I stood there for an hour, not when I left.
Okay, I might have smelled like outdoors, sand and sweat, and I know my dog smelled like the sewage she played in, but despite it all I am an attractive individual, and my lips certainly weren't dirty. I lick them, after all. WTF?!
This rant isn't about him not liking me. I'm past that stage. Is he not physically attracted to me? Am I too relaxed... or too much like a boy? Which brings me to my other point, which is that I am worried that this has something to do with my athleticism. He said casually, "so you've been playing a lot of volleyball lately." I replied, "Yeah! It's so fun! I'm trying to get good!" He pressed me on why I wanted to get good, and didn't seem to really understand.
Who doesn't want to be good at sports?! I'm not used to being some cute mildly athletic girl who tries to play sports... I've played sports at elite levels (division I basketball and track) and am very competitive, so of course I don't want to suck at volleyball! Besides, it's an amazing challenge to teach your body new ways to react, new techniques to get the ball where you want it to go, and to learn the timing of how to spike or serve a ball. It's just awesome!
And see, that's me. That's who I am. Meeting me at run club, an athletic event, you'd think R. would understand that about me... but maybe not. But that isn't going to change. So maybe, if I'm being the boy and all into sports and such, I'm going to have to make the moves... maybe that's what this means. If I'm going to talk the talk of being the boy, perhaps I should walk the walk?
He looks at me and says without even a hint of sarcasm, "You're not a girl, you're one of the guys."
2) I'm talking about wanting to walk to this festival this weekend, and R. shoots down the idea, saying, "We'd sweat our balls off."
"I don't have balls," I point out.
"Yes, you do."
3) On the phone with my mom: "Mom, I got called a boy twice today." Then I proceed to rant about R. (details coming) and not five minutes later she says, apparently unaware of the irony, "So you're the boy in the relationship?"
... I have long been "one of the boys" and have long considered my psyche more akin to that of the opposite gender in ways that I handle relationships, both romantic and platonic. I also enjoy sports, cars, and beer, which are all stereotypical manly pursuits. I have never had a problem with it, and it has helped me earn street cred as a basketball player. But it might be causing problems now.
After three hours of volleyball last night, R. wanted me to stop by his house. He knew I was sweaty and sandy, yet he wanted me to come over, since we hadn't seen each other in a week. I don't have a problem with being dirty, and he invited me knowing the circumstances, so naturally I went. He didn't kiss me. Not when I came in, not while I stood there for an hour, not when I left.
Okay, I might have smelled like outdoors, sand and sweat, and I know my dog smelled like the sewage she played in, but despite it all I am an attractive individual, and my lips certainly weren't dirty. I lick them, after all. WTF?!
This rant isn't about him not liking me. I'm past that stage. Is he not physically attracted to me? Am I too relaxed... or too much like a boy? Which brings me to my other point, which is that I am worried that this has something to do with my athleticism. He said casually, "so you've been playing a lot of volleyball lately." I replied, "Yeah! It's so fun! I'm trying to get good!" He pressed me on why I wanted to get good, and didn't seem to really understand.
Who doesn't want to be good at sports?! I'm not used to being some cute mildly athletic girl who tries to play sports... I've played sports at elite levels (division I basketball and track) and am very competitive, so of course I don't want to suck at volleyball! Besides, it's an amazing challenge to teach your body new ways to react, new techniques to get the ball where you want it to go, and to learn the timing of how to spike or serve a ball. It's just awesome!
And see, that's me. That's who I am. Meeting me at run club, an athletic event, you'd think R. would understand that about me... but maybe not. But that isn't going to change. So maybe, if I'm being the boy and all into sports and such, I'm going to have to make the moves... maybe that's what this means. If I'm going to talk the talk of being the boy, perhaps I should walk the walk?
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