A bearded, bespectacled cutie came up and started talking to me at a local establishment on Friday night. We exchanged numbers. This is the aftermath. I don’t do modern courtship very well. I have an inability to follow rules and recognize whether or not a potential make-out buddy remains “into me” after initial contact. Being out the game for the second half of my twenties did not help. I have a group of girlfriends that I bug for advice when an interesting male crosses my path. I then decide whether or not to willfully ignore the advice given. Not knowing whether or not to expect a phone call drives me crazy, even if I’m not that interested. I. Am. Not. Patient. I guess I just like definitive answers (or as close as one can get from a guy) in matters such as these. Most of my friends follow the “he’ll call if he’s interested” school of thought. Example below is a case in point of that being true.
Wednesday’s Texting Volley
(initiated by yours truly, the impatient one. Names have been changed to protect the foolish and/or inebriated)
Me: out in my kayak. Are you out in your imaginary one?
Him: new phone. No numbers yet! Who is this?
Me: maybe I have the wrong #. Who is this?
Him: Mike
Me: well, if I have to tell you who I am, I guess I did not make that much of an impression. But then again you were drunk. Local Bar...any recollection?
Him: oh you're liz :)! I remember you. But it's a bit hazy. Did we talk about kayaks?
Me: bit hazy here too but as i recall it you mentioned kayaks cause you thought they made you sound interesting? But i may have that wrong
Him: no, that actually sounds exactly like me, well me tipsy anyway:) People love kayaks.
Me: the actual act of kayaking brought the convo back to me so thought I'd say hi
Him: yes, of course, it all makes sense. Well maybe I'll see you sometime :) i'm driving to Indy tomorrow for the 500. Good times. (editor’s note: The Indy? Ugh...not for me anyway)
Him: In fact I've never kayaked. But I do bike all over eastern Dane Co. So, there you have it!
Me: Mr athletic points to you then. : ) I’m sure western dane co feels much neglected.
Him: Haha. Well there’s only one of me! I used to bike over there. Very hilly.
So yeah, not that into me but still was an entertaining way to pass a Wednesday evening. I just feel pleased that I put myself out there. Yay me. (which rhymes with my real name - liz is made-up. Though I probably have my real name elsewhere in this blog 'cause subterfuge? not my thing
(Take that my formerly low self-esteem, only took me about 30 years to be rid of you)
I was a passenger en route to Minneapolis when the police officer pulled out behind Mandy's car. We were driving through Eau Claire county at the end of the month. If it were earlier in the day we might have been going slower to peek in passing vehicles to see if Justin Vernon was in any of them. Alas, it was 8 or 9pm and Minneapolis beckoned us with it's pizza luce and it's grain belt beer (well maybe not so much the grain belt beer - let's say surly instead). A half-hour or so later we were on the road again, this time Mandy had a ticket in her wallet and her plans for a Sephora run to stock up on $80 essentials had deflated. Thus she asked us for more economical recommendations to replace her upscale shampoo and night creme. I shared some stories of my attempt to wash my hair with baking soda and vinegar. The vinegar seemed to leave it greasy so I used a dilute lemon water instead...but I never got the percentages quite right. I think I might give this another shot this summer in between bouts of enhancing my red. I then made a more realistic mention of how much I love Trader Joe's Citrus shampoo and conditioner, my current Aveda backup. $2.99 a bottle (same price as the wine), smells great and the ingredients are recognizable rather than reading like a science experiment. And then my night creme recommendation - extra virgin olive oil! I keep some in a salad oil dispenser in my medicine cabinet. I don't use this every day and when experiencing t-zone break-outs I only use this on my cheeks and neck. I generally alternate between this and aloe vera. Real aloe vera is clear, I stay away from the drugstore stuff with the green dye. I get mine at the local natural foods cooperative. I find Aloe to be both soothing to dry skin yet drying to oily spots and it keeps my pale skin from becoming too ruddy in extreme temps. I used to drink about a shot of aloe vera juice a day, sometimes mixed with juice and sometimes just a swig from the bottle. That last bit might seem gross but there was never a danger of any roommate/partner wanting any. While good for you, aloe juice is not pleasant tasting. Before that there was the time where I would put a little barley in a bowl, cover it with warm water and set someplace warm for a day or two. Usually a windowsill or by a heating vent. It would ferment a bit and then I would drink it - I swore these things made my skin "glowier." I've always been big on the glow-factor. There's no chance of my skin ever being bronzed and not looking like a oompa-loompa so I'm sticking with glowy. These days I'm pretty happy with my glow results due to exercise, moderate portion sizes that include brown rice at least once a week. Gotta get those pockets of waste out of your system so they're not reabsorbed or excreted through your skin. And brown rice is ever so much more pleasant than a colonic - at least I would imagine so. Certainly cheaper.
May Day 2003