I can't believe I'm sitting down to write right now...It's nearly 10:00 on Sunday night, and I had an incredibly busy weekend! But I don't think I'll be asleep for another half an hour or so, so I suppose I might as well blog a little bit. The last week was crazy. I coached 3 nights, and the girls I work with competed over the weekend. That meant practices were very much about preparing the finishing touches for the meet, and making sure all of the girls' routines looked put together. They looked great in practice, and they did really well in the meet. I was proud, and very grateful for the chance to work with these girls. They're hard workers and they genuinely want to learn. I can't say enough about how much I enjoy them!
Now, I know yesterday was a Saturday, but as per usual, Charley woke me up bright and early. We met my friend for breakfast in Roseville, before I dropped Charley off at my mom's for a little while so she could see her for the first time in a few weeks. Given the fact that I had a little bit of time to myself, I did something I haven't done in a long time. A LONG time...I went on a date. I wasn't really that excited about it, because I knew prior to the date that the guy, although very attractive, wasn't exactly my type. I'm not talking physically here...I just mean I had an inkling going into the date that he and I weren't really on the same page. But he's been pestering me for awhile to let him take me out, so I finally agreed to coffee. It was kind of nice to have someone so eager to take me out, but I was skeptical. Anyway, we met up for coffee, and it was nice. We talked about the typical first-date stuff, like where we grew up, what we do for fun, etc. There were a couple of red flags, particularly when he talked about how all his friends were married, and doing married people stuff all the time, so he never had anyone to hang out with. I get that. I mean, most of my friends are married or in relationships, and I'm not. But I'm not mad at them for finding happiness, as he appeared to be. In fact, I really appreciate the fact that they've found the right people. That makes me happy! But he seemed to be a little bitter about it. He also made some comments that were a little bit immature. He's older than I am, so I guess I'd expected something different in terms of maturity level. Oh, well. When we finished our drinks, we walked to a nearby bookstore so he could pick out a card for a wedding he would be attending that evening. He walked me to my car and hugged me goodbye (yes, I intentionally parked in a VERY public setting, so he wouldn't be tempted to lean in for an awkward kiss or anything...ha!). Overall, the date was fine. It was nice to have someone so excited to see me and take me out. But honestly, there was no chemistry.
Apparently, however, that feeling wasn't mutual. Later in the day, I got a series of texts asking what I was up to, what I'd thought of him, etc. I found that interesting, because I'd made it very clear that I am put-off by people wanting to know what I'm up to all the time...Particularly early on...I know he was just trying to be nice (and perhaps was feeling a little bit insecure), and one text later in the day would've been just fine. But he wanted to talk all day. And some of the texts were...well...stupid. "Do you wanna flirt?" he asked me at one point. "Not really," I replied. Clearly he thought I was joking and attempted to continue the conversation, but I chose not to respond. I wasn't feeling it. He's a nice guy, but based on our conversation at coffee, and his constant texting afterwards, he clearly didn't listen to what I had to say. I guess I just got the impression that he wants to settle down...with anybody... Or have a fling. And I'm not going to be either of those people. I guess, what I got out of the experience was the fact that yes, of course it is nice to have someone chase me and take me out. It is nice to be pursued. But ultimately, if there's no substance to it, it's not really worth pursuing.
On a totally unrelated note, Charley and I went to watch the girls I work with compete last night. There were competitions on Friday and Saturday. I couldn't make it on Friday, but decided to hang around in Minneapolis on Saturday, so I could watch the girls compete. They were very nervous, but definitely excited to perform. There were a couple of falls here and there, and a few mistakes, but overall they did a great job. I was very proud of them. I wasn't working the meet, so I had to stay behind certain barriers, but I found myself coaching from the sidelines. I really can't help it...It's like the impulsive side of my ADHD...When I see an error, I have to correct it, and I have to do it immediately! Ha! I sat with the parents, and was able to explain the scoring to them a little bit. I think it was helpful to them, because I imagine if someone doesn't know about gymnastics, they probably just look for straight legs and pointed toes, and think it was a clean routine so it should score well. Unfortunately, there are so many more things that go into scoring, and most of them can be difficult to understand. So, it was nice to be able to explain it to them directly after the event, before I forgot! Anyway, I'm glad I went, and in spite of the fact that Charley was not on her best behavior (I blame the fact that she has a cold), it was a really great evening. On that note, it's late now, so I'm heading to bed. Goodnight!
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