7 posts tagged “race”

I ran the Double Dipsea this weekend and came in second in my age group...but the best part was that Mr. Lawyer was there cheering me on at the finish line. Friday night, I was planning on going on a short jog to loosen my legs up and then was going to stay in and chill so that I would be well rested and hydrated for my race. He called and wanted to come over and chill with me which was nice. We ate dinner and then cuddled, had great sex and went to sleep. He also said he wanted to come to the race which was a surprise. He drove me there early in the morning, was being super sweet and kissing me, holding me in public. He said he would go surf while I ran and then be back to watch me cross the finish. I was a little nervous he wouldn't get back in time or show up but as I was coming in, I could hear his voice and I saw him standing there with his phone out taking a picture of me. When I got to the end of the finish, the volunteers were trying to take the stub from my bib to record my time and were mad at me for pinning it up so they couldn't easily tear it off. He was standing there trying to help and holding me as I was feeling a little shaky and sick - it was a really HOT day out there and one of the most challenging runs I've ever completed. Anyway, not only did he come and cheer me on at the finish line, but he also brought me a cooler full of ice cold Blue Moons. We stayed and drank a beer - watched my other friend finish - and then layed on the grass and waited for the award ceremony - he was insistent that we wait since I came in 2nd in my division. I've never felt more into him than I did at this moment - and while its scary and I may get hurt, I'm still really happy when I'm around him and don't want to push him away or out of my life.

We hung out the rest of the day - he napped, I did some errands. We used my new toy (thank to N who sent it as a joke) and then got ready to go out to dinner. We had reservations at Pres a Vi in the Presidio. I was starving and it was very good. I had halibut and great wine. Afterward, we took a little walk and then decided to go to the bars. We went to Mauna Loa and Balboa. He was being sweet but there have also been some things on my mind. At one point, he called me his girlfriend - but am I really his girlfriend yet? It doesn't feel like we're completely back together...I am enjoying "taking thing slowly."

Sunday, we woke up and went to church. Afterward, he suggested we go to Velo Rouge Cafe near his place and have mimosas and a little something to eat. He's been so fun lately. We watched the last few minutes of the soccer game, ate a bagel, drank mimosas and then headed over to the De Young to see the Chihuly exhibit. We had stopped at Safeway to get drinks because he was in the mood to drink before we went in. We had these disgusting drinks - similar to Sparks - but called Tilt. He kept toasting me and saying, "let's get tilted!" CUTE. The exhibit was awesome - we took a bunch of pictures to send to his grandma. He kept askign about my PTO as I think he wants to invite me to join he and his family in Florida later this summer.

WE got back from Chihuly and were starving. I made Ziti - it was bombtastic. Then, he wanted to get work done and wanted me to come with. We went to his office, worked adn then over to Y and C's to pick up my bridesmaid dress. He was being so amazing last night.

I was so exhausted when we finally got home - I think I passed right out. But woke up to all these strange nightmares - I actually screamed in my sleep. He held me tighter and asked me if I was ok. I don't know what that was all about - the strange dreams - but this morning was so tired, I slept through my alarm. I always hate to see him go in teh morning.

My weekend deserved three posts - one for the horny teen-ager, the other for the sailing adventure and the third for my 18K race (the Mt. Tam Wild Boar 18K). When I first woke up at 5:30, I was wondering why I'd signed up to race at all. Then my ride got to my place and we drove up through Marin on a very beautiful morning and I instantly cheered up. I got out to the start and about 33 or so people from my club were there ready to race. It was exciting to see everyone. One girl, A, who I haven't seen in years was there with her very handsome roommate, The Tri Guy. God, he was attractive. She mentioned that she'd like to introduce me to him - so I'm thinking - yes, yes, yes. He eventually comes over before the race starts and says hello (mind you - this is before 8 am on Saturday morning and I have no make-up on and basically look like shit).

We set off to run - he was doing the 10K and I the 18K. As I finish the race, I see him near the finish line. He comes up and says, "hey, wow - excellent run!" I'm all smiles. We continue to chat for a bit and then I excuse myself to go cheer on others in my club. After everyone finished racing, we all headed over to P's house for after-run brunch. The Tri Guy came too (hooray!!).  I do my best to pay him some attention but not too much. He definitely was paying attentinon.

After the brunch, I realized we never did exchange numbers. I'm not sure I want to reach out to my friend A to make it happen or just be patient and hope he and I find one another again somehow soon....

I'm signing my ass up for more races. Hooray!

I met this English guy who we'll call The Horny Teen-ager at Circa a week or so ago (yes, the same place where I got dumped a week ago by Mr. Lawyer). From the get-go, I knew The Horny Teen-ager was too young for me. I mean, we're only technically less than a year apart but in mental age, I'd say we're more like a decade apart.

For the first date, we grabbed a drink the night after we met. The first thing I noticed was that he was a total pretty boy - too much gel in the hair, a pseudo faux -hawk, and way way overly expensive jeans. While I understand that he's European, I still wasn't a fan. He has a total babyface so we got carded the minute we sat down at A16 which I definitely thought was funny. Anyway, all in all the first date was ok. The second date was dinner. I had a race early the next morning so told him I couldn't stay out late and nor did I want to. We went to Panta Rei in North Beach - I could sense he was hoping I wasn't too hungry although he did pay. After the restaurant, we grabbed a beer at Tony Nick's and he made a play for my face. Literally tried to suck me up in one swipe. I did the not so fast hand maneuver and somehow got him off of me gracefully. We said goodnight and he didn't seem too miffed by the whole thing - well, except he called me a cab from the corner but didn't offer to pay. So, he called and texted all weekend. He was dying to see me again so he proposed a Sunday night movie. I had some errands to run so we went to the Haight first, grabbed some food and then headed back to the Marina to catch a flick. I noticed during dinner that he was sporting a hicky on his neck. I laughed to myself. Then, we looked up movie times and nothing was playing till way way late and I was pretty over having to hang out with him for that many hours. But low and behold, I didn't have to. He instantly went for it - pounced on me and tried sucking my face off again. He got upset that I wouldn't kiss back and then only tried harder. I called him out on the hicky. First, he tried to tell me it was from wrestling with the guys (and I'm thinking or your middle school aged girlfriend?) and then he admitted to his little love fest the night before. He came up with a million and one excuses about his drunken state and why it happened all while I kept insisting that it didn't matter to me either way. Eventually, he pounced again - only this time I could feel him on my leg - GROSS!! So I swatted at him and said, "down boy..you remind me of a horny teen-ager..." He got off, looked wounded and made some jack-ass remark about my sex drive (as I'm thinking - what do you know little man) to repair his own ego. I let it go.

He left without saying goodbye. I laughed myself downstairs to give the download to my girlfriend B. Later, I received several text messages from him saying how cool of a chick I was, and how much he liked  me. Right. I wrote back in the nicest manner I know how, "Aw, thanks but I think its best we're just friends. We're on a different page in our lives right now. I wish you all the best in your SF adventures and to many more hicky-filled nights. Cheers, Jski."

I thought that would be the end but got a text from him this morning asking me to grab dinner with him later in the week. Are you serious? Boys..teen-agers...geez.

I did some major retail therapy yesterday and realized break-ups can be good for one thing. I bought my very first size 24 pair of Seven jeans ever!!! I'm so excited. I know many people would wonder why the f* I care...and if you do, well just know that I'm a total girl about these things.

I had time to kill before meeting Mr. Analyst (the guy I met in NYC during my client's media dinner) and his friends frmo business school for drinks. We were meeting at the Westin on Market so I figured I'd go to Bloomie's since it was only a block away. Bad move. I spent way toooo much. But, maybe it was just what I needed.

Anyway, met up with Mr. Analyst and his buddy at the Westin bar, Ducca and had a couple of glasses of wine. Then, we went to Ozumo and had this amazing sushi dinner and sake. YUM!! We closed down the place talking....it was totally fun...and the best part was, I got out of there without spending a dime. When I glanced at the open bill (about $400), I thanked the lord that it wasn't my card going in there. :)

Tonight, I'm headed out with Mr. English boy for dinner but can't stay out late. I have a race in the morning and have to be up early and ready to run...

Tomorrow is also sailing day..we'll see how it all pans out.

I did a bad, bad thing. I flirted with temptation - possibly with disaster.

Mr. Lawyer and I are still "together" but something is strange, not right. We had this long talk after the break-up and he decided he wasn't really ready to be broken up, that he wanted to keep trying. Problem is - for how long? And what is his reason? I can't help but keep wondering? Is he waiting for that chick to come around and see how wonderful is he? Or is it something else entirely? He tells me its because he's "not certain..." and felt "trapped."

I went and ran my relay and had a f*ing fantastic time this past weekend. Sometimes doing something challenging that you're good at can be the BEST ego boost in the world and it was definitely what I was needing. I left for the weekend, didn't contact him at all - gave him his SPACE - and he ended up contacting me and acting like "Super Boyfriend" for a day or so. Now, we're sort of back to where we were. He was being distant last night and acting bored. I told him he should go out, do something with his friends - I was working. He stayed anyway. I wanted to have sex, to make love to be touched and I got nothing for the past several days.

Yesterday, an old flame reappeared in my inbox. One of those flames that sort of passion-wise never went out. We started chatting over email casually - it was small talk - how are you? life? family? friends? Then, it got downright dirty. Somehow we started reminiscing about this entirely wonderful passionate weekend and then it sort of became email sex. Jesus! I've never done something like that before. It almost went too far - and then I thought to myself, what am I doing? I feel terrible about it - I've never cheated - and while I didn't do anything physical, a part of me feels very guilty for even thinking/talking about it. I don't know what to think now - if he doesn't start to pay attention to me soon, I don't know if I can keep being there for him.

Ugh - no more emailing dirty messages though. I've got to keep that one under wraps or my IT guy is going to find out. :)

I'm convinced that I am the master of "the game..." Seriously, when everyone else doubts me, somehow my "game" always works. So, like I said, Mr. Lawyer to Be called last night to say hello, acted a little weird...and then I left it at that. He emailed me around 11:10 this morning basically asking how my day was going, what I was up to, what he was up to, etc. I sat on it for about 3 hours and then answered in about one sentence and told him I was busy and probably wouldn't see him until after my race on Sunday.

About 5 minutes after I sent it, he called. "Is everything ok? Are you upset with me for something?" Um..Yes...But instead, "No, why would you think that? Everything is fine. Just a busy day..." And he says, "Ok, are you sure? Your email was rather short?" My answer - "Of course, its all good. I'm just a busy girl today/the rest of this week. How's your day going?" Casual, casual casual and non-chalant. Then he says, "I don't want to  have to wait until Sunday to see you....any chance I could see you tonight?" "Not sure - I may be tied up but I'll holler at you later."

Play it cool and they call.

So I emailed Mr. Juliard today and let him know I'd like to hang out again - no more putting all my eggs in one basket . An to be quite honest, I'm ready for my party girl status to begin again. Once the race is over on Saturday, its on.

We'll see if Mr. Juliard comes through....and if not, no biggie...I'll have all next week leading up to the big birthday bash to find a new one to spoil me. I just thought about it - and realized dating is way too much fun to tie myself up with one guy who isn't putting forth the kind of effort I expect. :)

Let the games begin.