Part Two:
It's later in the day and I will soon be off to my second yoga class of 2005. My first class was last Wednesday and, although I am still feeling a few of the after effects, it felt pretty good to get back into it. It had been almost two months since I took a class.
The instructor that we had earlier this week is the usual one and he certainly put the rookies through their paces. I felt a little bit of strain during the class so one can only imagine what everyone else is feeling like. The instructor picked one of the more brutal sets and I am sure he does this just to weed those out that are not ready for it. I am sure he is amused to himself when he does this.
Tonight, I will have another instructor who I have yet to find out anything about. I wonder if her classes are any more strenous? Whatever the level, I am sure that I can handle it. Caffeine and all.
From caffeine, let's move on to coffee shops.
Over the course of the last week, I have met the most interesting individual. Actually, I am not really sure he is interesting yet as I have barely spoken a full sentence to him. Regardless, I will share the experience with you.
About a week ago, I was sitting in a coffee shop, minding my own business and writing a letter (yes, I still write conventional letters) to my friend in Japan. One table over from me was this guy in his mid to late twenties, typing on his iBook. The first thing I noticed was the computer, and then I noticed that he was pretty well-dressed (in black) and that he looked pretty cool.
I went back to writing my letter.
A little later, he got up from his chair - which was quite a challenge as he appeared to have difficulty walking (an accident perhaps) after putting his computer away (I was still drooling over the thing) and he headed for the lavatory. I didn't think anything of it except for the fact that someone with a disability appeared to not let that difficulty get in his way. I thought that the coolest thing of all!
I was surprised by him later as he stopped to talk to me, in a rather slurred voice (could have been from an accident or some illness) on the way back to his table. He asked me if I was writing down my deep, dark secrets to which I replied that it was only a letter. He laughed and said something about it being only shallow secrets...
My friends came in shortly after that but I got this distinct feeling that he was hitting on me. Weird, I thought, as he was probably half my age and because it's been a while since something like this had happened (Does he have any idea how old I might be?). And I have kind of forgotten what it was like. I could still be wrong about it but not a big deal if I am.
Since then, every time I go there he is there and he always says hello. Last night, I was there with a young, gay friend who said that he thought that this guy was cute.
I have been intrigued ever since.
I suppose that the next time that I see him, I will have to actually talk with him. I will keep you posted on the situation.
If you are interested, that is...
It's later in the day and I will soon be off to my second yoga class of 2005. My first class was last Wednesday and, although I am still feeling a few of the after effects, it felt pretty good to get back into it. It had been almost two months since I took a class.
The instructor that we had earlier this week is the usual one and he certainly put the rookies through their paces. I felt a little bit of strain during the class so one can only imagine what everyone else is feeling like. The instructor picked one of the more brutal sets and I am sure he does this just to weed those out that are not ready for it. I am sure he is amused to himself when he does this.
Tonight, I will have another instructor who I have yet to find out anything about. I wonder if her classes are any more strenous? Whatever the level, I am sure that I can handle it. Caffeine and all.
From caffeine, let's move on to coffee shops.
Over the course of the last week, I have met the most interesting individual. Actually, I am not really sure he is interesting yet as I have barely spoken a full sentence to him. Regardless, I will share the experience with you.
About a week ago, I was sitting in a coffee shop, minding my own business and writing a letter (yes, I still write conventional letters) to my friend in Japan. One table over from me was this guy in his mid to late twenties, typing on his iBook. The first thing I noticed was the computer, and then I noticed that he was pretty well-dressed (in black) and that he looked pretty cool.
I went back to writing my letter.
A little later, he got up from his chair - which was quite a challenge as he appeared to have difficulty walking (an accident perhaps) after putting his computer away (I was still drooling over the thing) and he headed for the lavatory. I didn't think anything of it except for the fact that someone with a disability appeared to not let that difficulty get in his way. I thought that the coolest thing of all!
I was surprised by him later as he stopped to talk to me, in a rather slurred voice (could have been from an accident or some illness) on the way back to his table. He asked me if I was writing down my deep, dark secrets to which I replied that it was only a letter. He laughed and said something about it being only shallow secrets...
My friends came in shortly after that but I got this distinct feeling that he was hitting on me. Weird, I thought, as he was probably half my age and because it's been a while since something like this had happened (Does he have any idea how old I might be?). And I have kind of forgotten what it was like. I could still be wrong about it but not a big deal if I am.
Since then, every time I go there he is there and he always says hello. Last night, I was there with a young, gay friend who said that he thought that this guy was cute.
I have been intrigued ever since.
I suppose that the next time that I see him, I will have to actually talk with him. I will keep you posted on the situation.
If you are interested, that is...
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