Mary Jane, Pulling Teeth and Fitness

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Staus: feeling much better this morning. despite the fact that a neighbour, who is above me, was drilling holes in the walls (or the floor) late last night. Briefly entertained the thought of blasting loud music when I got up at 5am this morning, however I would have affected all of my neighbours and not just the offending party, so decided against it. Perhaps it’s just best to leave this one alone. If I respond from a place of spite then I’m just inviting negativity back onto myself. That’s not productive.

Captain Marvel.

Almost finished. I mean, writing this thing has been like pulling teeth, and I’m going to take it as a sign that doing movie reviews is not really my wheel-house. I’m not enjoying the process in any case, and that’s really all I need to know. I feel like it is well reasoned, but is not all that complimentary. Circling back to my point above, I don’t feel the need to submit negativity into The World. That doesn’t feed my soul at all, nor interest me.

Dates.

Picking this back up from yesterday. I honestly didn’t enjoy the Jewish lady’s company at all during the Con on Saturday and kept on wishing that I was alone, doing my own thing. As soon as I start feeling that, or feeling like I’m alone in someone else’s company, it’s the Kiss of Death for the relationship. I fully appreciate that sometimes I don’t engage as much as I should, and you get out of it what you put into it, but yeah, just not feeling this one.

I was also a little turned off by the smell of marijuana smoke which was coming off her. It wasn’t overpowering, but just noticeable enough to push me away. I don’t really have an issue with people who partake, but I just find that people who use it turn me off. Mostly because when they are high they disengage, and I need that engagement to play off. Without the engagement, there is little value in the interaction for me and therefore I’d much rather be doing my own thing.

And that brings me to the coffee date I had on Friday afternoon. Per my previous blog post on the subject, she was exactly what I expected. The company wasn’t unpleasant, I really enjoyed interacting with her, despite the fact she seemed distracted while jumping from topic to topic without taking my responses into consideration. The other thing that jumped out was her profession; I don’t see how someone can afford that kind of lifestyle from working in the fitness industry plus a little personal shopping on the side, all while spending so little time doing it. I suspect that there may be wealthy parents or a benefactor subsidising the lifestyle, or both.

In any case, I enjoyed her company enough to invite her out for dinner on Saturday night. It was good for the most part, but her sense of humour took a little getting used to. It was inculcated into a woman’s natural inclination to challenge a potential suitor, which made it hard to tell when she was being serious or just joking. I have to admit that I felt like she was trying to force me onto the defensive for most of the night, which is a controlling behaviour, and as such it was less an easy back-and-forth get-to-know-you type conversation and more like an interrogation. I can’t say that was the most pleasant experience.

I was dead surprised when she texted the following day and told me that she, “felt energised from hanging out with (me) yesterday and woke up fresh this morning”. Really? Well that makes one of us.

Debating whether I should ask her out again. Not sure I really want to subject myself to another round of interrogation, but I’ll have a think about it.

 

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