So, I discovered something today: BridgeBoy is just like a girl. After being rebuffed and totally weirded out, he came to workout this morning, and I did what any rejected, weirded out coach who has better things to do would do: I pretty much ignored him. I treated him like the rest of the swimmers, was kind and my usual entertaining self, but not excessively, and mostly with others. And do you know what happened, diary?

He stayed late, waited for everyone to leave, and then said as he was walking away, "So, this week is toast, I've been so hammered with work and the house purchase, so maybe we could get together next week sometime for some flapjacks?"

So, pay attention to him and ask him out, and he can't hang. But pay NO attention to him and give him the reins, and he renews his interest and asks me out. Suuuuuurrrrre. If that's not quintessential girl behavior, I don't know what is.

So, very well, we'll see what happens on that one. I'm not gonna get all hot and bothered about it, I have other things on my plate:

LIKE MOVING. That's right, diary. I'm now the proud renter of a two-bedroom palace in Redondo (which happens to be, it turns out, about 6 blocks from BridgeBoy's escrow closing condo, incidentally), into which I can move at any time. And, since this is THE! WORST! time to be moving, I'll be doing so slowly. No worries there, though. By the end of the month I should be all in and ready to manage the 12-unit monstrosity that is the Redondo Building. Hallelujah! I am an independent woman again! As soon as I move all this junk outta here.

Good lord, that could take forever. Particularly when my arm is still not better and works only for limited times throughout the day. The rest of the time, it's pretty much dead.

But! I'm an independent woman with a two-bedroom palace! What could be better?

Things are lookin' up. And tomorrow? To the Risty for dinner with the Fam and Danny for my bday! mmmmm, flank steak and chocolate mousse and their special house dressing on the house salad....mmmmmmmmmmm....

To bed now so I can get up to go to work at an ungodly hour again. Cheers, diary.

Posted by twids at 10:40 pm