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So today I was dragged to rock climbing. Not so much dragged. I went willingly and ready to hate it. I got there about 1 to take the intro class so that I could tie a knot, belay, and not die. I was the only one in the class so I think it was shorter than usual, but I had some trouble with my knot tying. But I got it down pat. And I met Vanessa's Guru. He's a tiny little kid and he is intimidating. Not so much because of his attitude, but because he's so young and tiny and knows what the fuck he's doing.
So, I climbed. I made it to the top a few times. As I have no upper body strength, I soon wasn't able to make to the top any more. There was this one path that I came super close and I really wanted to get to it too, but my hands were so sweaty and my arms so angry that I just couldn't do it. Maybe next time.
Yes, there will be a next time. Sure, I enjoyed rock climbing, but my incentive to return is the view. It's so pretty. See, there are young guys. Fairly attractive. And ripped. The purtiest one resembled this guy:
So, I climbed. I made it to the top a few times. As I have no upper body strength, I soon wasn't able to make to the top any more. There was this one path that I came super close and I really wanted to get to it too, but my hands were so sweaty and my arms so angry that I just couldn't do it. Maybe next time.
Yes, there will be a next time. Sure, I enjoyed rock climbing, but my incentive to return is the view. It's so pretty. See, there are young guys. Fairly attractive. And ripped. The purtiest one resembled this guy: