Monday, November 8, 2010

moving on, out and forward

I am not a runner. I haven’t so much as looked at my running shoes in over two weeks. That may change with the end of daylight savings time, but I’m not going to hold my breath. I’m back in yoga now. I wouldn’t say I’m hardcore just yet, but getting there won’t be too difficult. I love yoga. I have a favorite instructor who teaches on Mondays and Fridays. If I can go to his two classes every week, I’ll automatically be propelled to hardcore-dom. His classes are just that challenging. I already have yoga tune-up every Wednesday, and last week I did the evening Vinyasa on Thursday. It felt great.




Friday I hung out with mom during the day and I had a date in the evening with the contestant formerly known as Option C. There’s no use referring to anyone as option A, B or C any longer because, as I stated before, this type of thing tends to work itself out in time… Tomorrow I am scheduled to meet with the contestant formerly known as Option A. He thinks it’s a regular date, which was my intention when I set it up, but he’s actually getting the boot. I don’t really feel bad because his heart was never in it to begin with. We both had that “I need something to do” quality to our communication. Once again, being hot means nothing in the long run (and the run wasn’t that long to be quite honest). We had some funny convos and some terrible awkward moments. He’s a nice guy. I wish him luck.



The new guy wants to take Salsa at the local ballrooms with me, has a very active and goofy sense of humor and enjoys a twirl on the dance floor to some soulful house music. What’s not to like? The partying we did together Friday night propelled him into the top spot. Our impromptu date the following night eliminated the competition. So there you have it. We’ll see where this goes. Mom wants to meet the guy. She’s in a hurry because she leaves for the Philippines tomorrow, but it’s still far too early in my opinion. I don’t date often, so I understand her excitement. The fact that he’s one of her countrymen is just fueling that fire.



Mom will be gone until Spring. This means that I’ll be living in her house until then. I move out of my apartment this weekend and over the weekend. I am NOT looking forward to any of that. I haven’t packed a single item. What a pain in the ass.