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I graduated 10 years ago. It didn't mean much. My family was excited and I got presents and waited for hours with stomach pains in an arena to get my diploma. My dad said it was nerves, but it didn't stop and I had to go home from the all-night party with the flu. But it didn't feel like an achievement, not really. I wasn't close to my classmates. I don't know if I can talk about things that matter to these people I barely spoke to in school and years later are worlds apart. How do I explain choosing to live without a car, starting a minibike dance troupe, building a five-foot-tall cardboard cake and bicycling with it down a busy street? I don't know. I can get there. I can even walk to the bar from the MAX. I don't have to drink if I don't want to. But what's the point? |
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I used to hate everyone. I have recently developed an interest in people just as they are though, so it could be more fun now. I am okay with asking a disarming question, or walking away if someone insists on putting on a trite show. There are cool things to find in people, if they will let you. |
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HS days, my mom never wanted me to get along with those students at Jr and Sr high school, I was isolated incident guy.. sorry. |
if they didn't matter to you then, it's hard to imagine how they would matter to you now. if you go seeking perspective, i imagine that's about all you'll get out of it. but leave room to be pleasantly surprised, because you never know, it could turn out to be fun. lastly if you go, it doesn't mean you have to stay. |
I wasn't the only one who biked. Though it was interesting talking to the fellow who also rode, for the split second we spoke. He said that riding a bike saved him from his coke addiction. Poor guy. Mostly I hung out with a friend of mine from Writers' Guild and a fellow who graduated the year before who gave me a ride home. We talked on my doorstep for a long time before he agreed to come in (the cat kept trying to escape) and I finally had to tell him I was falling asleep even though I didn't want him to leave. And it was awesome to see people I remembered, that I did actually talk to, in real life. It's so much better than via a screen. |
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Oh gosh. Flirt via text message for the last two days with Z (drove me home). We're going to see Queen of the Sun tonight. Hope this isn't something to be tempted by. His wife left him two months ago and that's too much drama. Even if he's super nice and smart and tall (and when I saw him in the bar wondered who he was and wanted to know him) and likes Harold Ramis and Jeff Goldblum over Bill Murray. We'll see how movie goes tonight. |
worrisome. I skipped my 10 even though I was in town for other reasons. Had no interest, and didn't feel up to seeing some of the people I knew would be there. Maybe 20. |
I have at least one disclaimer of my own, reserved for the next time I see him. I'm not sure exactly where this will lead, but the current trend is quite obvious. The man is HOT. 6'5", heavily muscled with dimples. He speaks in funny voices and makes noises. He lifts my giant bikes like they're nothing. He's already volunteered to help me take feral cats to be spayed and to teach me to swim. He's smart. He reads comics and plays games. He's named the voice for his GPS app "Lucinda." He loses track of time when we're talking even though there's a watch on his wrist. He's accident prone and a carpenter. And apparently if we hadn't turned out to be meeting up with the same group, we both would've attempted to seek the other out. I don't know the story of his wife leaving him. I don't think it was sudden, because he's already tried to date at least two other women. But I'm planning on treading carefully, despite the infatuation. I've been hurt so many times already. |
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I told him that I'm already involved with someone who's polyamorous and whom I don't see very much. Also that my being a student and something like an officer in the Bicycle Advocacy Collective means that those things come before any relationship I have. He told me that he's definitely attracted, but because of his circumstances he's not able to enter a serious relationship. By this time I was almost falling asleep, so it turned into silly talk and my telling him about trying not to be obvious about staring at his arms and that muscles make my brain turn off. He offered to lift the chair he was sitting on, then half a piano. There was some confusion about hugging goodbye and then more text messaging. Whoa. |
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whoa is right! that is quite a situation you have there. |
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