Today I’m flying up to San Francisco to see the Best Friend (BestFriend) and the Best Friend’s Boyfriend (The BestFriendsBoyfriend, or BFBF; woo hoo acronym’s are fun!). Of course, at this point, they’ve been together for over a decade, so it seems that there must be a better term out there than boyfriend to describe him/their relationship. Significant Other (BFSO)? Long Term Relation (BFLTR)? Long Term Live In Significant Other-Slash-Lover (BFLTLISOSL)? Oh, I could just sooo run this joke into the ground, couldn’t I?
Off To The City by the Bay!
Posted in Friendship, Travel | Tags: San Francisco, The Best Friend
ow, Ow OW!
Okay, so for the first time in several years, I’ve signed up and started going to the gym again. Yesterday was my first meeting with the trainer, and since it’s been so long, I’m basically a newbie starting from scratch again on the equipment.
And today, I am in much pain.
The really fun part was two days ago when I had my “fitness evaluation”. It’s the incredibly humbling half hour when you discover just how out of shape you really are. On the plus side, I’m at a good weight and my BFI is healthy. On the flip side, I’ve got all the flexibility of a 2×4.
Bye bye ego.
This is the first time I’ve joined a gym, I think, for the right reasons. I’m not going because I feel I have to. I’m not going to impress somebody (namely a member of the fairer sex). I’m not going because my girlfriend wants me too. I’m not going because I feel like a wimp next to other guys (that oh-so-fun male competetiveness thing). Heck, I’m not even going to flirt and meet girls. I specifically chose a smaller gym to avoid the “meat market” aspect so many gyms have. I’m going for me, and I’m going because I want to improve myself for, well, me.
The fact of which, unfortunately, does nothing to abate the pain. Hence the desire to down Advil like M&M’s today.
At least I have a good trainer. She strikes just the right balance between encouraging me and pushing me. Plus, she’s in her late 20’s, which helps a lot since I didn’t want some 22 year old going, in an annoyingly bubbly voice “okay, we’re going to get you in shape now! Are you ready? Are you excited? Let’s go!”.
To which I would have responded, in the most Dr. Coxian manner I could muster: “I’m going to have to kill you now. I don’t know if it’s going to be an aerobic or anaerobic exercise, but I guess we’ll just have to find out as I end your existence.”
Everybody says that it’ll get better, the pain will go away and I’ll actually start to enjoy this sadistic torture. I certainly hope so… right now I’m so stiff I can’t even fully extend my arms. Putting away the dishes was… well, let’s just say it wasn’t a hell of a lot of fun tonight.
Off to take more Advil…
It’s raining, it’s pouring…
…but, I’m not snoring yet.
It’s raining here in L.A. The first and foremost affect this has on the town is utterly seizing up traffic, as L.A. drivers have no idea how to drive on wet pavement. Of course, they do figure it out eventually, but seem to blissfully erase this knowledge from their memories between storms, so the whole mess starts up again with each storm.
My current theory on this is simply that people are confused. L.A. is, essentially, a desert, with the vast majority of the water piped in from hundreds of miles away. To see water falling from the sky is simply an unnatural event. Water isn’t supposed to come from the sky, it’s supposed to come out of the tap or be in the pool.
Sadly, there are many, many children in LA who really believe this.
Rain also tends to bring out my romantic, shut-in side. I don’t have a fireplace and I wish I did so I could grab a book and some hot chocolate and sit in front of the fire and read. Or sit with my (currently non-existent) mate and stare into the flames together (I know, I know, “awwww”. Now, quiet, you). Of course there are other fun things that can be done in front of the fire, but I don’t think I want this to be that kind of blog. And you have a dirty mind, shame on you.
I’ve never skied or snowboarded, but I think I would snow-lodge quite well, thank you.
Someday I’ll live somewhere with more rain…
Posted in Life In LA | Tags: driving, Los Angeles, rain, romance
Well, this is new…
My girlfriend and I broke up a few weeks ago; last weekend we had, you know, “that conversation”. The one where neither one of you says it, but you pretty much know it’s over. After four and half years together, my life suddenly seems in flux, in both good and bad ways.
Seems like a good time to start a blog.
So here it is. My grand presence on the internet. My little spot on what used to be called the “information superhighway” before spammers and pop-ups slowed it down to be just like every other highway: slow, congested, and full of people swearing at each other. Ah, progress.
So here I am, single, in my early 30’s, a geek and a hiker, surrounded by the various levels of heaven and hell that is LA. Great.
I haven’t quite figured out the purpose of this little blog yet, heck, I’m just starting to play with the new toys. It’s certainly not to get famous, hear other’s thoughts on my fantastic ideas, or get rich. It’s mostly just a journal. Comments on being a single geek in LA, comments on the world in general, comments on, well, whatever. I’m keeping it anonymous since, if people know who I am, I’ll censor myself, and where’s the fun in that? Of course, if you know who I am, be cool and don’t tell anybody. I’d do the same for you.
So, let’s see where this door goes…
Posted in Writing | Tags: first post, The Ex
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