Here's one that will take a long time

[Geonz]

Hey, if it comes to naught, I"ll still have a sweet bike

PIctures at http://www.wetmores.net/dahon/dahon.html - and actually more pictures than it appears, I believe. If you click one of the thumbnails and then do "next" it goes through more pictures than there are thumbnails.

I wasn't particularly encouraged this evening, tho'. Score a few on the "welp, he's probably not interested" side. [snip Too Much Information on the other side] I honestly don't think I'm "reaching" when I say there have been lots of indications that there's chemistry... but I can't really tell.
And tonight whilst I was arranging bungee cords (he'd been helping me, and I was cursing being totally ensconced in layers ... see pics... but enjoying close proximity... but a customer needed something only he had authority to do) he took a phone call to the tone of "you coming tonight? ... bye bye..."
...which, last year, around this time, a biking buddy had asked me if he was dating somebody and I"d not hedged but just emailed and asked... and first he answered coyly so I explained that while I'd kept my romantic feelings at bay while he got over what's-her-name, and while I regularly reminded myself that he'd probably find somebody who 'needed' him more than I knew how to portray, that actually it made a difference to me. To which he assured me twice that my friend had seen me at his brother's house (and his brother's house happens to be on my friend's jogging route and yes, tha'ts where he was seen) and that there was no mystery.
So it might be time to remind him that he'd better tell me when he finds somebody so I can share his joy and get over my grief... but now isn't the time 'cause the Triduum is when I just sing and pray and do my own grieving for my folks.
And another part of this is that the last time I got my heart sprained, I was asking the ceiling "why do we do this? Why do we try to make freindships into something else?" and ... the danged ceiling answered. "Because it's human to be seeking the Perfect Love" (which is something I'd heard at a retreat but forgotten)... "and ... you already have it." And I got all filled with it and the sadness flat out disappeared. No, really. LIke what they try to do in Touched By an Angel, which I'd seen the day before so maybe it was being created by my own consciousness...but even now... that is still there. It was there when I was riding the trainer next to this guy and saying to the ceiling fan, "do you really want to go there?" and the ceiling fan calmly informed me that in fact, I should just keep loving because at the end of the day, I would go home and be loved. I don't know what "day" and what "home" the ceiling fan was referring to... but when ceiling fans talk, I listen... )

(But he did thank me for the 'homecoming gift,' saying he'd had a little too much of the wine... we had a good chat... and he has a habit of platonically going out... I've been there...)

Time for bed here

[teigyr]

I am sorry. It sounds not so promising.

You're probably a nicer person than I am but the way I figure it is if someone isn't interested in me in *that* way, they're not really worth my energy. I'm pretty blunt and outspoken and trust me, I've intimidated males but I always knew it wouldn't intimidate the right one.

I'd say to be good to yourself and maybe let him know that you'll be there if he needs you but also keep in mind that you are the most important person in this equation.

Just my 2 cents tho. Relationships are funny things.

[Geonz]

Thanx He *is* an awful lot like my brother

[KnottedYet]

Well, maybe not *this* one, but maybe the *next* one!

[teigyr]

Well, maybe not *this* one, but maybe the *next* one!

Exactly. Life likes to throw us challenges to make sure that we truly appreciate It when it happens.

[Geonz]

Yea, I was feeling grumpy riding home last night and then oh, ever so maligned 'cause my friends' grandkids were at the house and gosh, I wanted to go in and have a pity party but good grief, four boys aged 3-11... I heard myself answer "No, I'm not going to show you how it works now," and then figured that was just silly, that I could entertain these guys for a few minutes and get 'em excited about a bicycle. And then I went in and confirmed that my silly computer is still belly up, so I couldn't journal out my poor pathetic self, and anyway I do this chat every Wednesday which I had to do on the slow computer in Pete's office, and... and... sent a venting email about it to my guy 'cause he knows the details of my not-too-much-longer domestic tribulations (end of this semester) and I just sort of phrased things in a way (and he *is* verbal and picks up subtleties, except when he doesn't) to imply that yes, I'd resigned myself to spinsterhood, as it were but that I'd have a nice red bike to ride in the morning that would get people smiling at me, and I'd need to get tubes for the tires 'cause I'd forgotten.

But I never did get the pity party, which is better for the world anyway

... but this mornign I woke up and the universe was still basically decent for me. I just felt better. And since I've made a point to remind myself not to build castles in the air, there was only a little shanty shack that had crumbled. I rode in early and got in a few extra miles (Okay! I also want to catch up with HOward again... he's got 500 miles on me but that's about what he had on me last year...) spinning that cute little red thing. So I sent out another email saying equilibrium had been restored and that welp, I'd figured out a plan of attack for the other Looming THing which is grants ending in the fall and that at least I knew I could travel lightly.

Went down to the LBS to get tubes for the thing. OF course the guys gathered 'round to ask about it (it's the first folder they've sold), and we chatted... and out comes my guy and is ever so solicitous & goes & gets the tubes for me and checked the tyre pressure... but in that "we're special friends" way (and rang me up at wholesale, not retail).

I'll get my lemonaid when it's the right tiem for lemonaid

[Geonz]

Snork.... you know that bluegrass song about...

To make a medium story short, this a.m.'s email to me and another person about a family gathering for Easter and birthdays.
The person being spoken to so tenderly Wednesday was his sister, just like in the bluegrass song.
Oh! and it's H-405, tho' the weather channel says Howard will have fantabulous weather this week so I expect to lose a little ground to that self-employed can-ride-in-the-middle-of-the-workday cad ... but I *have* already suggested some pre-season bike rides to that certain someone...

(and unlike the 'tragic romance' song, he - whether he knew what he was doing or not - made sure I knew who she was.)