Sixty

Sixty is a friend of a friend, and I met him at dinner recently.  Despite the fact that he was tired from just getting back in town from the East Coast, he was still able to make me laugh as he challenged ridiculous statements that I made such as, "The unicorn is my spirit animal."  In addition to that tidbit, he also learned that I'm not much of a drinker (although to be perfectly honest I did have a drink at the end of the evening).

If you're just tuning in to my life, it's true, I don't drink very often.  I have nothing against drinking, but (a) I don't like beer or wine at all, (b) I do like vodka and rum but I usually prefer a drink they come in without them (ie, I like a Coke more than Captain & Coke), (c) drinks are expensive and I'm poor.  Those three reasons plus the fact that I've never been the person that needs a drink to loosen up are why I don't drink very often.

Back to the point, a few days after meeting Sixty I asked my friend to pass my number on to him.  Typically I try not to have a middle man, but in this case I had no way of reaching Sixty.  My friend told me she had no idea if he was single or not but she passed my number on to him saying that I was quite taken with him.  Sixty replied to her by saying, "My situation is complicated but in any case I think I'm done disappointing new women for a bit while I focus on making a couple miserable now."  Okay, I respect the fact that he admits his romantic life is a mess right now, but then he added this bit, "Besides, Penelope doesn't even drink - my little charm wears off quick in the harsh light of sobriety."  Hey, mister, I was completely sober for the first two hours we were talking and you were drinking, and I still thought you were charming, come on.  I get that it's not the social norm to be a non-drinker, but it's silly for you to be weird about it.

Obviously it doesn't matter because he's not available, but if he were single I'd probably tell him to man up and not use my sobriety as an excuse.  I definitely have downfalls in my personality, but being sober isn't one of them.  Now the fact that I talk about having a spirit animal and that it's a unicorn, well maybe that's a bit odd.

54.Spontaneity

Work had been a little overwhelming for a few weeks, so I needed to dance the night away hard core and be the last person off the dance floor at closing time to release some stress.  It was the perfect medicine, and I was feeling fantastic when I hit the bus stop at 2:00am to head home.  As the bus pulled up 54 was getting on, too.  I hadn't seen him for months, so we hugged and made polite small talk for a few minutes before he looked at me and asked, "Do you want to go to the beach?" It's 2:00am, a dude I went out with one time months ago wants me to go to the beach - I'm pretty sure we're not going to be talking about world peace.  I knew it wasn't my best decision of the month, but I agreed. On the bus ride to the beach it took me all of four minutes to remember that he was a super nice guy, but we didn't have a connection at all...too late to turn back, though.

When we got to the beach he took a spare shirt out of his backpack for us to sit on, propped his skateboard up for us to lean on, and put his arm around my shoulder in an attempt to keep me warm.  We just sat there for a few minutes appreciating the peacefulness surrounding us, before he made his move and went in for the kiss.  I'll be the first to admit that I'm a bit of an unemotional jerk, but while we were kissing I was laughing at myself a little and thinking, "Man, this is ridiculous.  Why am I kissing this guy? I don't even like the way he kisses...I'm such a jerk."  Then when he oh-so casually whispered, "I have a condom...sex on the beach?" I couldn't help but reply, "Unless you're talking about the drink, that's not happening."  He laughed and didn't ask again and kept kissing me.  I finally told him that I needed to go home and sleep, so we got back on the bus and casually chatted until his stop.  At that point he hugged me and gave me a quick peck, I told him, "Bye, this was lovely." His reaction (which I know was an accident, but it's still hilarious) was, "I love you."  I held it together until the bus pulled away, but then I laughed the rest of the ride home.  

All in all, it was a great night of dancing and spontaneous kisses - possibly the best stress remedy combo in my opinion.