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So yesterday I spent 8 and 1/2 hours scrubbing the dojo mats with a couple of my martial arts friends. In truth it wasn't constant scrubbing for eight hours. About three hours in we had some food for twenty minutes, and a couple of times we were busy kung fu fighting, dancing with ourselves, turning Japanese, and yeah maybe we spun round like a record player once (Shihan's brother made the dojo mix CD and I think he misses the eighties). Regardless there was at least 7 and 1/2 hours of scrubbing hardcore and creating several several buckets full of some ridiculously gross brown water. At the end I felt kind of like Uma Thurman from Kill Bill 2 during the training with that super crazy old guy. My hands were all trembly and uncooperative and such.
In more awkward news. Kyle (if you don't know the back story of Kyle look back the post is around somewhere) who is in the military was on leave for a while and so we hung out a couple times over break. Well today he was going back for at least 6 or so months and so he wanted to get the most out of his last few days, so over the course of the last four days we went to a movie with some friends of his, hung around trying on hats and suits at the Burlington Coat Factory and various other wasting time activities. Today he wanted to hang out a little before he got on the plane back to the Georgia base for like a month before shipping out to somewhere else. So we hung around as my cat chewed on his uniform. We discussed the pros and cons of the date-blocking ridiculously thick glasses the army issued him, and how he can't have his regular glasses back until he reaches a certain rank.
Oh and then he asked if I would be his girlfriend.
I told him I needed to think about it.
I don't know what to do about this. I mean I already dated him once and it was constantly us hanging out in his basement not accomplishing anything but watching movies. Now he blames this on him not having the money to take me on dates and get me all sorts of things. I would like to state however, that it wasn't anything to do with money at all especially since we spent like 4 hours in the Burlington Coat Factory basically playing adult dress up. I actually feel like we could have made a montage out of that and put into a feel good comedy for chicks. I enjoy hanging out with Kyle, and sure he is uncommonly nice and refuses to let me buy things (because he quote "just likes to buy things for people") when we are out and about town, but well I just don't know what to do.
There was a period of time when I hung out with him to cheer him up because he was sad, and also I think never speaking to someone you once dated makes it terribly awkward for people you both know when you run into each other at parties. He called me when he was lonely or frustrated or bitching about Heaven being a terrible girlfriend (If you recall he got together with her almost immediately after we actually broke up and she was actually a terrible girlfriend who molested me on several occasions) and so on. About a year ago he discovered paintball and became really into it and as such called me slightly less and talked more about paintball than anything. I was fine with that really, and then last Christmas after hanging out (again) and helping him get Christmas presents for his mom (I need to help him every year otherwise he would never get anything at all) he broke down to confess his still burning love for me. I refused him again (remember the church incident anybody?) this time citing his religious beliefs and that I didn't want to ruin the friendship. Following that I held him close as he poured out his heart not just about me but all his fears and the reasons behind his own self loathing for two hours; the whole time of which I tried to help him realize his own self worth and varying other positive things.
I thought that was the end of it and that we might be able to still be good friends. Later when he told me he was going to join the military I fully supported him and encouraged the idea because he thought it was the best choice for him. I have also seen that he is much more confident than before and noticeably more attractive (even with the date-blockers on). He also had a much happier, though still a little self deprecating, attitude as a whole. I thought, "great! I'm glad he is confident in his career choice." Until today after beating around the bush he asked me to be his girlfriend and stared at me with unintentional puppy eyes. He was so happy that I didn't immediately turn him down and that I promised to write to him that he chattered about it to me on the phone and via texting until he got on the plane. Then after he got off for a while before the Army took away his phone because, like the glasses, he isn't high enough on the army food chain to have one (maybe in a couple of months he'll get it back).
Now I haven't actually dated anyone since some time in 2007, but I feel like I remember vaguely how it works. I meet someone I like romantically for a couple of hours (usually in the evening) and either we kinda enjoy ourselves and then part (usually after me thinking "do we kiss now? I don't want to impose or anger them I think I'll just wait to see what they want to do"). Afterward then I agonize about being disappointing as a date. Though it would be convenient to not see the person I'm dating for several several months at a time, as the awkwardness would be greatly reduced. I don't know what to do about this Kyle thing.
Seriously! I have nothing to go on in this situation and books and the internets haven't been any help at all.
Well now that I've covered the awkwardness, I just watched that new movie about the mouse who is really brave (I just can't spell it okay?) and was thoroughly amused. I don't care that it is for children and that the plot was kinda weird. Jamie and I were the only two in the theater and we had tons of fun commenting openly as we ate the snacks I snuck into the place. Plus we got to sit in the love-seat thing that is supposed to be for the handicapped and really fat people. Since I have always wanted to sit there, it was fun times.
In other news, I need to train my arse off the next few days so that Shihan will approve of all my katas. All ten of them. If he does I will officially be a black belt and not just a shodan ho (still kinda fills me with shame when I think about it).
I have to get off the webs now as I have things to do and katas to practice and Kyles to contemplate so I'll see you in later days.
I thought we were done with this like four years ago,
The most awkward person evar.
So yesterday I spent 8 and 1/2 hours scrubbing the dojo mats with a couple of my martial arts friends. In truth it wasn't constant scrubbing for eight hours. About three hours in we had some food for twenty minutes, and a couple of times we were busy kung fu fighting, dancing with ourselves, turning Japanese, and yeah maybe we spun round like a record player once (Shihan's brother made the dojo mix CD and I think he misses the eighties). Regardless there was at least 7 and 1/2 hours of scrubbing hardcore and creating several several buckets full of some ridiculously gross brown water. At the end I felt kind of like Uma Thurman from Kill Bill 2 during the training with that super crazy old guy. My hands were all trembly and uncooperative and such.
In more awkward news. Kyle (if you don't know the back story of Kyle look back the post is around somewhere) who is in the military was on leave for a while and so we hung out a couple times over break. Well today he was going back for at least 6 or so months and so he wanted to get the most out of his last few days, so over the course of the last four days we went to a movie with some friends of his, hung around trying on hats and suits at the Burlington Coat Factory and various other wasting time activities. Today he wanted to hang out a little before he got on the plane back to the Georgia base for like a month before shipping out to somewhere else. So we hung around as my cat chewed on his uniform. We discussed the pros and cons of the date-blocking ridiculously thick glasses the army issued him, and how he can't have his regular glasses back until he reaches a certain rank.
Oh and then he asked if I would be his girlfriend.
I told him I needed to think about it.
I don't know what to do about this. I mean I already dated him once and it was constantly us hanging out in his basement not accomplishing anything but watching movies. Now he blames this on him not having the money to take me on dates and get me all sorts of things. I would like to state however, that it wasn't anything to do with money at all especially since we spent like 4 hours in the Burlington Coat Factory basically playing adult dress up. I actually feel like we could have made a montage out of that and put into a feel good comedy for chicks. I enjoy hanging out with Kyle, and sure he is uncommonly nice and refuses to let me buy things (because he quote "just likes to buy things for people") when we are out and about town, but well I just don't know what to do.
There was a period of time when I hung out with him to cheer him up because he was sad, and also I think never speaking to someone you once dated makes it terribly awkward for people you both know when you run into each other at parties. He called me when he was lonely or frustrated or bitching about Heaven being a terrible girlfriend (If you recall he got together with her almost immediately after we actually broke up and she was actually a terrible girlfriend who molested me on several occasions) and so on. About a year ago he discovered paintball and became really into it and as such called me slightly less and talked more about paintball than anything. I was fine with that really, and then last Christmas after hanging out (again) and helping him get Christmas presents for his mom (I need to help him every year otherwise he would never get anything at all) he broke down to confess his still burning love for me. I refused him again (remember the church incident anybody?) this time citing his religious beliefs and that I didn't want to ruin the friendship. Following that I held him close as he poured out his heart not just about me but all his fears and the reasons behind his own self loathing for two hours; the whole time of which I tried to help him realize his own self worth and varying other positive things.
I thought that was the end of it and that we might be able to still be good friends. Later when he told me he was going to join the military I fully supported him and encouraged the idea because he thought it was the best choice for him. I have also seen that he is much more confident than before and noticeably more attractive (even with the date-blockers on). He also had a much happier, though still a little self deprecating, attitude as a whole. I thought, "great! I'm glad he is confident in his career choice." Until today after beating around the bush he asked me to be his girlfriend and stared at me with unintentional puppy eyes. He was so happy that I didn't immediately turn him down and that I promised to write to him that he chattered about it to me on the phone and via texting until he got on the plane. Then after he got off for a while before the Army took away his phone because, like the glasses, he isn't high enough on the army food chain to have one (maybe in a couple of months he'll get it back).
Now I haven't actually dated anyone since some time in 2007, but I feel like I remember vaguely how it works. I meet someone I like romantically for a couple of hours (usually in the evening) and either we kinda enjoy ourselves and then part (usually after me thinking "do we kiss now? I don't want to impose or anger them I think I'll just wait to see what they want to do"). Afterward then I agonize about being disappointing as a date. Though it would be convenient to not see the person I'm dating for several several months at a time, as the awkwardness would be greatly reduced. I don't know what to do about this Kyle thing.
Seriously! I have nothing to go on in this situation and books and the internets haven't been any help at all.
Well now that I've covered the awkwardness, I just watched that new movie about the mouse who is really brave (I just can't spell it okay?) and was thoroughly amused. I don't care that it is for children and that the plot was kinda weird. Jamie and I were the only two in the theater and we had tons of fun commenting openly as we ate the snacks I snuck into the place. Plus we got to sit in the love-seat thing that is supposed to be for the handicapped and really fat people. Since I have always wanted to sit there, it was fun times.
In other news, I need to train my arse off the next few days so that Shihan will approve of all my katas. All ten of them. If he does I will officially be a black belt and not just a shodan ho (still kinda fills me with shame when I think about it).
I have to get off the webs now as I have things to do and katas to practice and Kyles to contemplate so I'll see you in later days.
I thought we were done with this like four years ago,
The most awkward person evar.