Mm-hmm, that's right.
Sure, Tom and I had a date night scheduled for last night (our first since out anniversary in November). But I have needs, people. Needs!
If you've been hanging around for a while, you know that I have not been able to make any friends since moving up here. Not that I haven't tried. You can catch a small sampling of my struggles here.
I am not Christian. I am not anything. In fact, the best descriptor I've heard for people like me is "good for nothing."
I have nothing against Christians (well, except for that hate group that travels to the funerals of dead soldiers... I have a lot against them) or any religious groups. I am aware that my lack of religion makes people uncomfortable. (My stance is that I will not attempt to convert you; please do the same.) And I suppose that the opposite is also true to some degree. So I'm probably not going to be joining a group with any religious affiliation in the title. Especially if the group has just been narrowed down from something for all.
One woman posted a desperate plea for diapers. On Monday evening, I met her to give her a box along with some wipes. It was nice and fits well with my Pay It Forward philosophy. She's my new Facebook friend and I like her.
Did you know that Tuesdays are "my" night? Tom's night is Thursday (and apparently also Sunday morning). He plays tennis. It's taken me a long time to get to the point where I feel
Connecting with Kim the night before emboldened me. I posted on the mommy group wall:
I know it's late notice, but I'm looking for a Tuesday night workout buddy. I have a membership to 24 Hour Fitness, which is great, but I'd really love to do something *with* someone. Could be the gym, walking/extremely slow jogging with lots of heavy breathing and possibly some grunting coming from your partner (I'll try to keep the cursing to a minimum). I'm available any time after 6:30, tonight or future Tuesdays. My ideal partner will generally be able to resist suggestions like, "Why don't we just go to Starbucks and hang out?"
Thirty seconds later and the group that had been humming along was silent. Dead. It was all my fault. I killed it! My use of the word grunting probably turned them off. Or that I only said I'd try to keep my mouth under control.
All of a sudden there was a response! A woman was available to work out with me. At the end of July.
And another woman was up for something. After she heals from an upcoming surgery. How about the middle of July?
*sigh* Does it seem like I am cursed to never make friends up here? I thought so, too.
But then it happened. *cue the angels singing as clouds parted and the sun bursts through dark ominous clouds*
Someone was available that night. And she's a member at my gym.
And she, Jennifer, arrived on time!
And we have the same workout stamina and style!
Did you know that half an hour on the elliptical can go by lickety-split if you're chatting and laughing and acting out Bossy Betty's elliptical story?
We had so much fun while building muscles (except for that one arm device... that was an instrument of torture) and toning our butts. Well, my butt. Thank god I didn't look at Jennifer's Facebook profile or I would have realized I was going to the gym with a pretty, young, thin woman. I am shallow and easily intimidated sometimes, I'll admit it.
For the first time in my month of working out (plus the *ahem* four years before that when I did not go at all), I stayed at the gym an entire hour. We left laughing and looking forward to next week. And that class that I've been not attending? Jennifer is willing to try it, too.
When I got home, I couldn't believe all the responses I'd gotten. No fewer than six people want to get together. With me.