Meh. Am sick. I think.
Sep. 11th, 2007 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minxyUpdate on the personal life of Minxes:
I was in a 27 mile race on Saturday, and took 3rd place. This is all levels of awesome, as it was the National Championship and the tile award is actually pretty cool looking (as a long term competitive athlete, I haven't kept any awards since I graduated the 8 and under age division.) I may keep my 3rd place national championship tile, though.
Besides which, the Boy Who Hugs Well, also known occasionally as the boy I have had a crush on since I moved here, kissed me. We've been quietly moving towards this.
Actually, here is the progression, if you're interested:
1. Hugging. This was before I knew his name and in congratulations for finishing a 12 mile race four days after I joined the team. I didn't know anyone's name, but I knew this boy hugged well. Like Really, Really, Well. He's 5 or 6 inches taller than I am, so I fit under his arms without either of us stooping or stretching. A good hug involves the whole body, obviously, and it's nice to have someone press fully against you and be both gentle and confident about it; it's also just a brilliant gesture to a new teammate finishing a hard race--a congratulations and welcome all at once. There was no bad in that hug. Hence the descriptive name. This began the 'lusting after' phase.
2. Actually talking. This took a while since most of practice is not for talking and being one of the few with a traditional workday, I don't always have time to chat with the guys who do the 3-5:30 shift on Tuesday and Thursdays. So the actual talking was at after-race parties, where we discovered remarkable numbers of things in common (sense of humor, sarcasm, cooking, wide-ranging interests, music, ability to carry conversations with anyone, closeness to family). This was the 'no, you can't have him' attempt-to-talk-myself-out-of-actually-crushing-on-him phase, but it was also when I met and liked his sister, who told me the Boy Who is within two years of my age. Most of my team is younger than I am by a lot, like 8-10 years, so it was refreshing to find someone also in their late 20s/early 30s.
3. Hanging out together/ hugging + kiss on the cheek. The way to a man's heart (especially if he's been to culinary school and really enjoys cooking) is through his stomach and teaching him how to make curry. He initiated the smootch on the cheek, I came up with the plan of occasionally turning my head just so to intercept the cheek peck. OMG I R BRILLIANT.
4. Giving over of pretense of cheek kissing (AKA last weekend). Walking back to the car with everybody's stuff made for difficult hugging situation (oh noes! Want my hug!) but satisfactory, sweet, chaste, kiss. Not passionate, not embarrassed, just a deliberate press of lips, in presence of other best buddy on the team, and nothing crazy. Later that evening, repeat of simple kiss, only for the length of two full breaths, as good-bye. In between and surrounding this developing kissing situation, continuing conversations of ease and happy, sitting together and press of legs and shoulders, sharing of pint of ice cream and spoon that he surprised us with (having picked out a flavor he was pretty sure would go over well with me.) I am so terribly please with this situation I could scream.
caveat: for those of you playing along at home, Minxes are currently in the phase of personal life stuff (heretofore unknown) called 'non-exclusive dating'. Minxes have never before seen multiple persons in a romantic context at the same time, and are paying a lot of attention so that none of the men are actually hurt in the making of this film. It's tricky, and I don't think I'll continue seeing multiple guys for any longer than I must, but the Boy Who Hugs Well is currently commanding nearly all of my attention. The Guy I Had to Put on Rations has been much more attentive (like, alarmingly so, sometimes) but is not the same Guy. Let me know if this requires further clarification.
Also, there was this OMG Bad Date a few weeks ago, and despite my cutting if off early and going home, and turning down another evening, he's still sent me a text message before he went out of town again (USING THE WRONG NAME, I KID YOU NOT) hoping we could get together when he got back. Dating? Not all joy and excitement, kids.
The problem with big culminating weekends, though, is that I'm never able to get past them without a recovery period, which often involves my body completely checking out and getting sick.
I have bruises up my right calf the size of softballs, raw skin across my stomach from by waistband, NO VOICE due to much extended cheering, and more knots in my back than I can reach. Last night I started sneezing, felt run down and occasionally required a tissue for my little nose.
I do not want to get sick. I am preemptively taking a day off work to recover and Not Get Sick. Plus, you know, no voice. And people will come ask me stuff all day. Yesterday my voice got so much worse during the course of the day. (My PCR isn't working! What do I change? Answer: polymerization time, you're amplifying a short piece. OMG my qualifying exam committee rejected my paper! Answer: well, hon, it was twice the page limit they asked for. Note please: the last was not my minion but from a neighboring lab! I'm gathering hoards of worshippers!)
So, anyway. Let's try a poll!
[Poll #1053684]
I was in a 27 mile race on Saturday, and took 3rd place. This is all levels of awesome, as it was the National Championship and the tile award is actually pretty cool looking (as a long term competitive athlete, I haven't kept any awards since I graduated the 8 and under age division.) I may keep my 3rd place national championship tile, though.
Besides which, the Boy Who Hugs Well, also known occasionally as the boy I have had a crush on since I moved here, kissed me. We've been quietly moving towards this.
Actually, here is the progression, if you're interested:
1. Hugging. This was before I knew his name and in congratulations for finishing a 12 mile race four days after I joined the team. I didn't know anyone's name, but I knew this boy hugged well. Like Really, Really, Well. He's 5 or 6 inches taller than I am, so I fit under his arms without either of us stooping or stretching. A good hug involves the whole body, obviously, and it's nice to have someone press fully against you and be both gentle and confident about it; it's also just a brilliant gesture to a new teammate finishing a hard race--a congratulations and welcome all at once. There was no bad in that hug. Hence the descriptive name. This began the 'lusting after' phase.
2. Actually talking. This took a while since most of practice is not for talking and being one of the few with a traditional workday, I don't always have time to chat with the guys who do the 3-5:30 shift on Tuesday and Thursdays. So the actual talking was at after-race parties, where we discovered remarkable numbers of things in common (sense of humor, sarcasm, cooking, wide-ranging interests, music, ability to carry conversations with anyone, closeness to family). This was the 'no, you can't have him' attempt-to-talk-myself-out-of-actually-crushing-on-him phase, but it was also when I met and liked his sister, who told me the Boy Who is within two years of my age. Most of my team is younger than I am by a lot, like 8-10 years, so it was refreshing to find someone also in their late 20s/early 30s.
3. Hanging out together/ hugging + kiss on the cheek. The way to a man's heart (especially if he's been to culinary school and really enjoys cooking) is through his stomach and teaching him how to make curry. He initiated the smootch on the cheek, I came up with the plan of occasionally turning my head just so to intercept the cheek peck. OMG I R BRILLIANT.
4. Giving over of pretense of cheek kissing (AKA last weekend). Walking back to the car with everybody's stuff made for difficult hugging situation (oh noes! Want my hug!) but satisfactory, sweet, chaste, kiss. Not passionate, not embarrassed, just a deliberate press of lips, in presence of other best buddy on the team, and nothing crazy. Later that evening, repeat of simple kiss, only for the length of two full breaths, as good-bye. In between and surrounding this developing kissing situation, continuing conversations of ease and happy, sitting together and press of legs and shoulders, sharing of pint of ice cream and spoon that he surprised us with (having picked out a flavor he was pretty sure would go over well with me.) I am so terribly please with this situation I could scream.
caveat: for those of you playing along at home, Minxes are currently in the phase of personal life stuff (heretofore unknown) called 'non-exclusive dating'. Minxes have never before seen multiple persons in a romantic context at the same time, and are paying a lot of attention so that none of the men are actually hurt in the making of this film. It's tricky, and I don't think I'll continue seeing multiple guys for any longer than I must, but the Boy Who Hugs Well is currently commanding nearly all of my attention. The Guy I Had to Put on Rations has been much more attentive (like, alarmingly so, sometimes) but is not the same Guy. Let me know if this requires further clarification.
Also, there was this OMG Bad Date a few weeks ago, and despite my cutting if off early and going home, and turning down another evening, he's still sent me a text message before he went out of town again (USING THE WRONG NAME, I KID YOU NOT) hoping we could get together when he got back. Dating? Not all joy and excitement, kids.
The problem with big culminating weekends, though, is that I'm never able to get past them without a recovery period, which often involves my body completely checking out and getting sick.
I have bruises up my right calf the size of softballs, raw skin across my stomach from by waistband, NO VOICE due to much extended cheering, and more knots in my back than I can reach. Last night I started sneezing, felt run down and occasionally required a tissue for my little nose.
I do not want to get sick. I am preemptively taking a day off work to recover and Not Get Sick. Plus, you know, no voice. And people will come ask me stuff all day. Yesterday my voice got so much worse during the course of the day. (My PCR isn't working! What do I change? Answer: polymerization time, you're amplifying a short piece. OMG my qualifying exam committee rejected my paper! Answer: well, hon, it was twice the page limit they asked for. Note please: the last was not my minion but from a neighboring lab! I'm gathering hoards of worshippers!)
So, anyway. Let's try a poll!
[Poll #1053684]