Good information to have.
No judgements on myself or others, it’s all just information.
Like.
Second swing through date with guy from Tinder and no, there’s not chemistry, but, nice guy, and I’m glad the he was in town with friends, he’s an Oakland guy, and at a club near the surprise birthday party that I was at and he came by for a little while.
We cut a rug.
But I was pretty tuckered out.
And that was a clear sign to me.
When the allure of coming home was more than the allure of staying on the dance floor shaking it to a good dj with a guy who wants to dance with me.
Fact is.
My knees were sore and my feet were in agony.
I have fallen arches.
I were arch supports in my shoes.
It sucks.
It is what it is.
However.
The party I was at, the hosts asked that we all remove our shoes, which is great, hey, sure, no problem, except, that I realized I was standing and talking and dancing and walking around and exploring the house, it was awesome and cool and made me have hope of there still being bastions of interesting things in the Mission versus the white washing of condos that seems to be in heavy proliferation there.
So.
My feet hurt.
Like awful.
I go to the party at 9:15p.m.
I left at 1:30 a.m.
That’s four hours of being on my bare feet.
Of course there wasn’t chemistry.
I was in pain.
I’m in pain right now, but it’s not as bad.
That being said, no yoga tomorrow.
At least not the early morning classes.
I am going to let myself get a few hours of sleep, get up shower, meet my person at noon, do the podcast at one thirty, have coffee with a friend in the Castro then run over to Scooter Centre and have them show me how to inflate my scooter tires.
They are low and I noticed it last night.
My scooter seems real bouncy on the road.
I am sure that I could figure it out, but there’s a weird little bit of fear in me the first time I go to do something and I have never done it before, I just want to be shown how to do it and I figure I should also make an appointment for a tune up.
I haven’t done so since I go it in November and I have already put on 1,900 miles on it.
That’s what happens when you live 6.5 miles from work.
No wonder my knees are crappy.
Ten years of riding a bicycle in and around the city and the last five of it on a once speed that I had in fixed gear for three years before I flipped over my hub and went to free.
My knees are shot.
Let me not think about the years and years of being in the service industry and all that wear and tear and just the general bad way I took care of myself for so long.
It takes time to heal from some of that and some of that damage may be too far gone.
I’m ok with that.
I am an old lady.
Yeah, I know, I don’t act like that, although I am very old school about certain things, I am wearing bifocals, call them progressives all you want, I’m wearing bifocals and bitching about my fallen arches and sore knees.
Old.
My brain’s wide awake though and here I sit, decompressing from the day, the night, the drive by date.
I do think I’ll be canceling our coffee date on Sunday.
He’s nice, but I was just not feeling it and my time is precious.
I’ll sleep on it, but yeah, I think there’s not much there.
Friend though, I can tell that, definitely a nice guy and we discovered that we do in fact have a few friends in common.
And.
That leads to an interesting conversation I had with a gentleman tonight at the party, the who do you know game, the six degrees of separation from the birthday girl, and we ended up having quite the fun chat before the date showed up.
I even confided that indeed, a date was on the way.
We had fun chit chatting and flirting, there was definitely flirting and though I separated myself off to meet with the other guy who came by, I did happen to bump back into the gentleman who I had conversed with more.
He was in line waiting for the bathroom, which I had just used.
I told him I was going and he asked about finding me on facecrack.
I said, yes, absolutely find me on all things social media.
However.
There is an easier way.
“Do you have your phone on you?” I asked.
He pulled it out.
He handed it to me.
I put my phone number in it, called my phone, and then plugged my name into the contact field.
“Now you’ll know how to find me,” I said.
FYI.
I have never done that before.
And it was real easy.
Good information to know.
I think there was a quick hug, then I was gathering up all my things and scooting out the door.
To scoot on down the road.
To get home to my sweet, humble, cozy little abode.
I am so lucky to have such a full life.
Even if I miss yoga in the morning and don’t have quite the amount of sleep I’d prefer.
Oh!
And I may have procured a ride up to Burning Man.
Not back, which is what I figured would happen, one person up and another back, but hey, that’s half the battle, we’re going to talk next week and iron out details.
And my bike has a ride up.
Things are starting to fall into place.
They always do.
“Have you figured out Burning Man yet?” A friend asked me this evening on the sidewalk outside of Our Lady of SafeWay.
“Nope, but it’ll all fall together, it usually does,” I said and smiled, completely in faith that what I was saying was true, because, well it is.
“That’s what I like about you Carmen, you buy a ticket and you just go!” He smiled in wonder.
That’s called faith.
And I do have that.
I do.
And that is probably why I am the luckiest girl in the world.
I don’t need to figure it out.
I just need to have faith.
And I have it in spades.
Seriously.
Auntiebubba 