About a week ago, our dearest Chandler slipped into the conversation that he's 27 years old. 27 isn't that old, but according to the "half-your-age-plus-seven" rule, he can't date anyone younger that 20.5. I barely make the cut.
I'd almost given up hope, but I was still excited for him to be on my basketball team for the tournament. Halfway though the tournament, he twisted his ankle. (What a grandpa!) He was out for the rest of the game. My instincts were so flock to his side, tend to his wound, and hold an ice pack on his ankle. Unfortunately, I was a team captain so I couldn't step out at all.
Like clockwork, my friend Cassidy decided she was tired of basketball and wanted to sit out of the tournament. Sit out... next to Chandler. The entire duration of the tournament, I was so distracted by Cassidy and Chandler, giggling over each other, basically falling in love right before my eyes.
After the tournament, a huge group of use decided to go to our favorite local burger joint, until Chandler said, "Are you sure there's enough room for all of us?" Cassidy chimed in, "Yeah, I think I'm going to go get sushi instead." Chandler, "I could go for some sushi too right now." And then they sailed off into the sunset together, trampling over my delicate little heart.
What a letdown,
Kitty
Two girls' misadventures in the world of romance.
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
On Tuesday
This just in! (two days ago): New developments on my journey to Chandler's heart.
Tuesday, I didn't see him until the very end of the day. Staff was running around to clean up, but volunteers aren't expected to help clean. I saw him standing around awkwardly in his goofy warm-up-pants, thinking to himself, Am I done? Do they need more help? Do I just leave?
And I answered these hypothetical questions in my head, You're done, we don't need any more help, but no you may not leave!
I walked up and said, "Chandler!" hoping he would remember my name. He did not say it, but I left my name tag on so maybe he will remember my name next week. I invited him to a staff basketball tournament on Feb 25, and he said he would come. The rest of the conversation revolved around my trying to convince him to be on my team. He wouldn't commit, but he was really enjoying bargaining. He almost agreed to a signed picture of myself, but then decided to stick to his initial offer of 15 million dollars. I believe it was approximately a seven minute conversation and we laughed about four different sub-topics. Needless to say, I am now a thousand times more excited about this basketball tournament.
Brushing up on some light reading,
Kitty
Tuesday, I didn't see him until the very end of the day. Staff was running around to clean up, but volunteers aren't expected to help clean. I saw him standing around awkwardly in his goofy warm-up-pants, thinking to himself, Am I done? Do they need more help? Do I just leave?
And I answered these hypothetical questions in my head, You're done, we don't need any more help, but no you may not leave!
I walked up and said, "Chandler!" hoping he would remember my name. He did not say it, but I left my name tag on so maybe he will remember my name next week. I invited him to a staff basketball tournament on Feb 25, and he said he would come. The rest of the conversation revolved around my trying to convince him to be on my team. He wouldn't commit, but he was really enjoying bargaining. He almost agreed to a signed picture of myself, but then decided to stick to his initial offer of 15 million dollars. I believe it was approximately a seven minute conversation and we laughed about four different sub-topics. Needless to say, I am now a thousand times more excited about this basketball tournament.
Brushing up on some light reading,
Kitty
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
What a Dreamboat
Kitty here, writing about my newfound infatuation with Chandler.
I work at a non-profit, and there's a particularly handsome volunteer who comes in every Tuesday. Therefore, Tuesdays are my new favorite days. We first met last week, and my jaw dropped a little bit, but no words came out. This week, I kept my jaw from dropping and managed to have a little conversation.
It wasn't wild. I don't think we've even reached the point of acquaintances yet. But he did accept the ice cream I offered him. And he learned my name. And he laughed at two different points in the conversation. (Could've been the ice cream talking.) Also, during a group conversation, he made eye contact with me when neither of us was speaking. He also mentioned that he was about to go to the gym, which obviously means he was trying to impress me. This could be good, ya'll. Time to overanalyze!
Chandler's positive qualities:
musical talent
mild manners
perfect beard
likes ice cream
ever-so-slight southern accent
single (according to a coworker)
Chandler's questionable aspects:
Debatable age. He looks approximately 24, but what if he's 40?
These lists look good. Maybe even promising. I understand that he's gotta have faults, but maybe "social savvy" should also go under his positive qualities, because he makes one heckuva great first impression. Let it be understood that I am counting down the days util Tuesday.
Til next time,
Kitty
I work at a non-profit, and there's a particularly handsome volunteer who comes in every Tuesday. Therefore, Tuesdays are my new favorite days. We first met last week, and my jaw dropped a little bit, but no words came out. This week, I kept my jaw from dropping and managed to have a little conversation.
It wasn't wild. I don't think we've even reached the point of acquaintances yet. But he did accept the ice cream I offered him. And he learned my name. And he laughed at two different points in the conversation. (Could've been the ice cream talking.) Also, during a group conversation, he made eye contact with me when neither of us was speaking. He also mentioned that he was about to go to the gym, which obviously means he was trying to impress me. This could be good, ya'll. Time to overanalyze!
Chandler's positive qualities:
musical talent
mild manners
perfect beard
likes ice cream
ever-so-slight southern accent
single (according to a coworker)
Chandler's questionable aspects:
Debatable age. He looks approximately 24, but what if he's 40?
These lists look good. Maybe even promising. I understand that he's gotta have faults, but maybe "social savvy" should also go under his positive qualities, because he makes one heckuva great first impression. Let it be understood that I am counting down the days util Tuesday.
Til next time,
Kitty
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