Pedal to the metal
May. 19th, 2010 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
batskeetsWell, I'm now up to two bike commutes this week, which is more than I've done in a single week in quite a while. I'm already consistently using higher gears on the ride than I used to, and not having to downshift for the hills. This fills me with joy, because this *must* mean that at least some of my gym time is translating into functional strength. YES. List item #10, I'mma get you!
In other news, I realized last night that I've never actually asked a guy out to his face. It's always been via text message or e-mail, and even accounting for the Passive Female social construct, that seems a little sad. I suppose it could be argued that I'm ahead of the game by even asking them out at all, but it still feels silly to be shying away from the direct approach, especially now that I'm 30-freakin'-years-old.
Maybe it's just a unique-to-Portland phenomenon, but being direct seems to be an increasingly difficult challenge in the existing social context. And I certainly don't exclude myself from this sample: even without particularly meaning to, I apparently make myself at least as unapproachable as anyone else in this town. (hence, why people rarely hit on me) I do tend to gripe about those who don't say what they actually mean, so I'd ideally like to be able to say what *I* mean. But, it's almost as if directness happens so rarely that nobody is prepared to accept it when it *does* happen.
Anyhoo, stayed out late last night after LOST at the Bagdad, for beer and Pita Pit, and it was relaxed-and-groovy fun. I need to make better friends with the Hawthorne area soon, because I haven't actually *been* to that many bars or cafes along there. Oh, and last night's LOST episode had me laughing in the best way possible. Oh, Doctor Linus!
Tonight is Two Gents rehearsal, which should be good. I'm half-contemplating memorizing my dialogue, but knowing me, time will probably get away on that front. Eh, maybe I can steal an hour during Hood Canal to work on it.
And, the brain fog has finally left me. Not a moment too soon!
In other news, I realized last night that I've never actually asked a guy out to his face. It's always been via text message or e-mail, and even accounting for the Passive Female social construct, that seems a little sad. I suppose it could be argued that I'm ahead of the game by even asking them out at all, but it still feels silly to be shying away from the direct approach, especially now that I'm 30-freakin'-years-old.
Maybe it's just a unique-to-Portland phenomenon, but being direct seems to be an increasingly difficult challenge in the existing social context. And I certainly don't exclude myself from this sample: even without particularly meaning to, I apparently make myself at least as unapproachable as anyone else in this town. (hence, why people rarely hit on me) I do tend to gripe about those who don't say what they actually mean, so I'd ideally like to be able to say what *I* mean. But, it's almost as if directness happens so rarely that nobody is prepared to accept it when it *does* happen.
Anyhoo, stayed out late last night after LOST at the Bagdad, for beer and Pita Pit, and it was relaxed-and-groovy fun. I need to make better friends with the Hawthorne area soon, because I haven't actually *been* to that many bars or cafes along there. Oh, and last night's LOST episode had me laughing in the best way possible. Oh, Doctor Linus!
Tonight is Two Gents rehearsal, which should be good. I'm half-contemplating memorizing my dialogue, but knowing me, time will probably get away on that front. Eh, maybe I can steal an hour during Hood Canal to work on it.
And, the brain fog has finally left me. Not a moment too soon!
