Whatever works for you, bud
Ran into a girl from my gym today while I was walking with the boy. Like I said a million times before, NYC’s a small town sometimes.
Turns out that she babysits in my area. I’m literally collecting babysitters like other people collect Pokemon.
Speaking of babysitters, I was chatting with someone the other day on the train that mentioned that she babysat. As the Germangirl used to say, I’m a talker/glattzüngig.
Her: Your son’s so cute!
Me: Thanks! I have to keep him regardless, but the cute helps. (later) Oh, you’re right by my gym. You should join us, it’ll change your life.
Her: (laughing) Sure. Let me know when you’re around.
She’s super young but seems like a sweetheart. She has a blog as well. I miss having a group of blogger friends.
Speaking of the gym, I legit thought I’d have to change gyms this week for a number of reasons. I even called up a new one in my area to find out details to switch.
I swear, I have PTSD from my old gym.
Him: You’re fine.
Me: I was actually more anxious about this than I woulda imagined.
Speaking of friends, spoke to another young lady I knew from waaay back but never made it into this here blog.
She’s going through a breakup too, as is a friend of hers. We said we’d all get together at some point. She also wrote me something very nice about her friend and me.
Speaking of friends getting together, saw Curt a few more times. He and I have radically different ideas of what it’s like to be out and about in the city. Radically.
Me: (laughing) Of course your are. Let’s play a game: How old does my friend look? (pointing at Curt)
Me: OK, and me?
Her: A bit older. 27?
Me: I’m older than that, but thanks for making my night! Enjoy your evening, ladies.
Curt: (later) See, you care about things like that. The moment they told you their age, I saw you check out. And she’s the best looking person here.
Me: (shrugging) Still not my type; just seeing if I’m still me. Besides, I have my rules.
Him: (shaking head) You and your rules. I honestly don’t get you at all.
Me: (getting up to leave) It’s simple, man. She’s not the prize. (pointing at self) I’m the prize.
Him: (shaking head) You’re nuts.
Me: No, I’m Harvard. See, anyone can apply. Not everyone makes it in. Besides, I’m just killing time. I know what I want.
Him: (laughing, rolling eyes) Whatever works for you, bud.
Location: out and about
Music: makes me feel like nobody else, nobody else