day 10204: ass…
The ex-car-pool buddy has decided suddenly that he would like to car-pool again on a regular basis and has gone so far as to actually make a commitment plunge (surprise, surprise – the boy actually made an actual commitment) and get a membership to the car-pooling place a.k.a. the climbing gym.
Uh-oh. That has its goods and its bads…
Goods… There are enough people in the gym that I don’t necessarily have to climb with him all the time. An occasional belay maybe, but not all the time.
Bads… I now have to see him on a regular basis, Mondays and Thursdays. I’m not sure I want to see that much of him.
Goods… I have realized that I can be the bigger person and be civil, albeit, not necessarily friendly.
Bads… I now have to see him on a regular basis.
Goods… He wants to take the lead course with me. I don’t have a partner, and they can’t find me one at the gym. If it’s a means to the end… well, it’s a means to the end. But that remains to be seen.
Bads… He expected to be my regular climbing partner. I think I’ve managed to persuade him otherwise.
Goods… I have a belay “slave” if I want to do laps. Take last night, everyone took off early for burritos. I wasn’t pumped out yet, and had barely broken a sweat… neither had he, so we kept on climbing, and I got in another 8 ½ routes in half an hour.
Bads… When the really cute, really friendly, really yummily-built adventure racing guy sitting next to you starts chatting with you, he feels “threatened” and says something stupid hinting at your past and makes you want to kick him in the ass, thereby wrecking friendly-flirtatious banter and causing weird awkward uncomfortable silences. How the heck am I supposed to pick up at the gym if the ex is literally hanging around all the time? Boo Triscuit. You suck.
On another suck ass note... I got sat on TWICE at the gym last night. Once when I was belaying the boy and looking up to give beta, the girl on the wall next to us fell off the first move and sat on my head. The other time when I was standing by the door waiting for a climb, the belayer for the climb above me didn't give me a heads up and lowered his buddy right on my shoulder... UGH! Talk about ultimate rudeness.
Oy, and I almost forgot the time where I was being lowered off the crumb-bum 10c and the guy next to me decides to lower his swinging partner right into me... I had to put a hand up so he wouldn't ass me in the face, but I'm not 100% sure if he was facing me, or if he was facing the wall. Needless to say, I washed my hands until they bled.
Can you see the trend of the night? Ass, ass and nothing but ass...
P… I’m off to Cali again to visit the Sista… have a good week, guys!
2 comments:
I think it's kind of like rehashing a finished romantic relationship - there's a reason you guys ended your carpooling days anyway, so are you really sure you want to go back?
Ouch! How very observant of you... it was the finished romantic relationship that ended the car-pooling days. No, there will be no going back! :)
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