So, Tuesday I purposely decided not to care about something.
Long story is that during my trip to Joshua Tree at Thanksgiving, a friend of M's (we'll call him Exhibit A) and I got along very well (everyone noticed). Nice guy, good climber, young (36-perfect age), good looking. So I had high hopes of getting together to climb on various trips, and we'd fall in love and get married. OK, so that's a bit of an exaggeration, but I did have a crush.
And a crush means that you care what the other person thinks about you, and whether or not he writes to you. Which he didn't really - once or twice, but that's it. I wrote about doing a climbing trip, and he said yes, but he never followed up on it even when I asked twice. So I wrote him off, until M said the Exhibit A was really bad about communicating with anyone. OK, so, that was good info to know (and not a point in his favor, but oh well). And M had also said when I was whining about not having anything to do for a vacation that a lot of times people in general like to just hitch onto other people's plans.
So I found out that there were 1/2 price tickets to San Francisco, which Exhibit A lives near. And as you know I'm desperate for climbing partners and climbing trips. So, I decided to buy a ticket to San Francisco, and if worse came to worse, which isn't really a worse, I would spend time with my friend B who lives there, or whatever, go camping by myself. So, I got Exhibit A's phone number from M, which happened to be his work cell phone, and I called to see if he wanted to climb on the weekend I'm going out.
Good thing I really didn't care what he said, since it literally took him 3 minutes to figure out who I was, even after giving him lots of cues, etc. I just laughed. But he's supposedly up for climbing, which would be great. And if plans change last minute for some reason, no big deal. I won't be crushed. And this is the best way to be, at least about these things.
[sigh. both underwear and bra were not in my pack]
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9 comments:
Whatever plans develop, I hope you have a great time!
This sounds painfully familiar - I crushed on a guy who was bad at communicating too. I'm not going to go any further than that or I'll just get into a frustrated rant again.
I can't climb or I'd be your partner! Can I just stand on the ground and be like "WHOA you're up HIGH!"?
Write 'im off. You can do better.
I second Susan's comments. I'd offer to climb with you, but I'm terrified of heights, so I'd be a complete liability. Probably I've mentioned this before...
going completely commando today, eh? Nice.
Tara, I will indeed, thank you. How can you not in SF?
Susan, you could be my belay slave...
Squirrel, I've pretty much written him off - that's why I said I didn't care. He's still a nice guy though and a good climber/belayer, and that's worth a lot. Besides, I'm not going to date someone across the country who can't use email/phone!
I put on a pair of underwear I keep at work for such emergencies. but bra-less.
Hehehehe...belay'er....excuse me while I snicker quietly in the corner.
Sounds WAY too familiar. You know what I always say, if they don't make an effort, then we can be friends, but that's all they get.
I blogged a Philadelphia story just for you.
Planning a trip is nice no matter what. And if you get to climb with Mr. Uncommunicative, bonus. You have a perfect attitude.
I'll root for you instead. Not only married, but with two herniated discs. I like your attitude about climbng if you can, otherwise, you have other options. I also like your underwear contingency plans. Go get 'em.
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