Mmm, but it was nice while it lasted.
Yesterday ran late and there was no time to write. I’ll catch up. Work in the morning as usual. Home at lunch time, then doctor’s appointment. It went well. Blood pressure was ok, doctor found no problems. Resolution for items on yesterday’s list:
Psych stuff: Doc says there’s not much at that location, and kind of indicated that it would be best to look elsewhere. He was willing to prescribe zoloft, but since I’m ok for the moment, I passed on that until I see a real shrink.
Sexual health: Got first round of Hep A and B vaccinations. Scheduled appointment for booster shot Wednesday July 26, at 1:00. Tests for various STDs ordered for whenever I come in next (probably tomorrow.)
Weight. Nod of approval on losing weight. He thought 175 would be a good target for me, and thought it would be good to lose half of that in a year’s time. Of course I have much greater ambitions but I didn’t see the need to make any bold claims.
Drinking. Nod of approval for two drinks a week.
Sores on face: Dermatologist appointment scheduled for early August.
Shoulder injury: Doc thought PT was indicated. He said he would set that up and have someone contact me.
Lump on leg, mole on back, pimple on back: all for dermatologist to see.
Also he recommended the dental office within the building. I’ll look at whatever stuff I’ve gotten from work about insurance then go make that appointment. So, so far, so good!
On the way back to work I stopped at Paper Source, a paper store which, contrary to the bland name, has the most wonderful variety of art paper I’ve ever seen. I was after a single sheet to wrap a little present I’d gotten for Jessica. I rode to Bedford Saturday and Sunday for exercise and I bough a little packet of maps. for her. (Didn’t I write about this already? Did I lose a post? Gosh, the last few days have been a blur…) I worked for just a little bit longer then left to meet Jessica. (Now I know I lost a post somewhere. Where is it? Rats, I must have not saved it or something.) Anyway, we had planned to meet at 5:00 to go bike riding again or just hang out if the weather was bad. Weather was good and I was wearing a new shirt that showed water spots horribly, so I made one more stop to buy a t-shirt to wear. Nothing at GAP, but Urban Outfitters had exactly what I wanted: A burgundy tee for five bucks.
Jessica liked the present, but two things were a little off. First, I think she was starting to be a little creeped out and worried that I was developing an obsession over her. And second, she opened the package and dropped the wrapping paper in the trash without really looking at it. I was sad because I’d put a little time into it and was hoping she’d recognize. I picked out a pink stripe design that I liked at Paper Source and cut and folded it with a fold from one of my origami books. It was pink, but not childish. The pattern and the fold I used were simple and classic, I thought. Whatever.
The evening went a little crazy after that. I got to her place a little after 5:00, I didn’t get home until 2:30 that night. Sheesh, over 7 hours together. She was looking for a snack before we left. There was PB&J, but she didn’t want that. She really wanted junk food, but was broke. We left for Bedford with her on an empty stomach. I couldn’t let her do that, so I ended up buying junk food for her in Arlington. She picked Doritos and bought a whole, like 14oz or something, bag, along with soda. We sat outside the store and ate and people watched and talked for a while. The we went in Trader Joes because she wanted to look for a restroom. While she found the restroom, I picked out a bag of dried fruit and got in line at the registers. She found me and related the whole story of going to the restroom while we were standing there with people all around. She had gone in the ladies room, so just behind her, a woman with a young girl went in the men’s room. She explained how she didn’t know why they did that, and enumerated possibilities, one of which of course being that the woman had seen her as a man and wished to avoid her. She was asking me if I thought she looked alright, and if she passed. I told her in fairly short sentences that she looked good and that she shouldn’t stress. At this, the cashier, which we had finally gotten to, couldn’t restrain herself. With a smile that was about to burst into laughter, she said that was the best story she’d heard all day. We all laugned and traded a few more thinly veiled comments and jokes, I paid and got us out of there.
With me being a little late, the present, filling the tires with air, the long stop at Arlington, a bike wreck, and a couple of water stops along the way, the sun had already set below the clouds by the time we got to Bedford. Still, Jessica had been wanting to go to Carlisle for some time and now she had the map I had just given her. I was game, so we turned on our lights and hit the roads. The ride was beautiful and the weather was perfect, I have to say. Back at Bedford again, we we went back on the Minuteman trail. Things were suddenly not so good. For one, Jessica was tired by then and having to slow down. That wasn’t as limiting though, as the darkness on the trail! The trail is not lit, and worse, much of it is covered by trees, cutting out even the sky glow. LED bike headlights just don’t cut it in those conditions. We rode in the dark, talking about ghosts, the twilight zone, and just managing to avoid hitting the occasional walker or rider. At Arlington, we rested more, and she called Stacy on my cell phone, to check in and let her know where she was and what she was doing. I think Stacy was sad that Jessica was out and not paying more attention to her. I had Jessica relate that I felt guilty for stealing her from Stacy on Stacy’s night off. Hopefully Stacy doesn’t hate me. I think not though. Jessica’s not crazy over me, and I know I’ve been only a small part of her extracurricular activities over the last week. After the break we went back to Mass Ave where we could at least see where we were going and we got home safely.
I invited Jessica over to my place, so she could see it, and so we could cool off. It was interesting to see her look around my bedroom. I have two dressers, and I kind of keep “guy stuff” on one and “girl stuff” on the other. She glanced around the room, then went straight to the girl side and explored the stuff there. She looked at the mess of books and bathroom stuff I have strewn over a big folding table, and then explored the other dresser. She didn’t really study the book titles that closely. We sat on couch in front of the fan, drank lemonade, and she polished off the bag of Doritos. Now, I’ve sure done that before, so I can’t be too critical, and we surely burned lots of calories biking for 40 miles or so, but…she wants to pass. A whole bag of Doritos can’t be a good thing. I offered salad, but she wouldn’t consider it. I don’t know if she was just not wanting it when she had Doritos instead, or if (rightly, I think) it would have felt weird to accept a salad from me when Stacy had a salad waiting for her at home.
It was 11:00 then, and the appropriate thing for her to do would have to go home. Instead she was in a mood to talk. We talked in the house, we talked outside in the driveway between the houses. Jim came home and we talked on the front porch steps, then I walked her to Mass Ave and we stood on the corner and talked more. Omg, If I thought my legs were tired, that was nothing compared to my ears. She’s a little bit OCD, and so talks a lot anyway, but this was just crazy. I blame the Doritos for most of it. I know if I pig out on something like that, it works like caffeine on me, and I’m just up. She did also say that she didn’t want to go home and that she was really enjoying talking with me, so who knows? The only time she didn’t seem to be enjoying it was when I was talking about my sexuality and my feelings for her. Some parts were obviously uncomfortable for her. A little after 2:00, finally, she gave up and headed home. A few blocks walk and I was home. I must have collapsed on my bed and fallen asleep instantly.
Oh, the crush thing? Well, it was mostly all in my head all along. I knew that. But it was fun to see each other a few times and see where things went. In the end, we don’t fit well enough to really fall in love. Not deep, romantic love anyway. I think she’ll be a good friend.
Food:
breakfast: peach, cereal
lunch: salad: lettuce, tomato, olives, pine nuts, dressing.
and a wrap, just the plain tortilla thing, for some carbohydrates
dinner: a few doritos, 10oz orange soda, dried fruit.
bedtime: seafood salad–just the seafood, no greens or anything else.
Evening weight: 200
You know, I think she might have been at a party. She was telling me about plans to go to a party but I didn’t get all the details. I bet it was Friday and she just got back today. Anyway, we’re biking again on Monday. I biked to Bedford today for exercise and bought some maps. I ended up buying two sets of five maps. I think I’ll give her one set for a little present and keep one for myself.
To test myself, I tried to remember what she was wearing. I panicked for a moment, thinking I couldn’t, then it came. The fun bee stripe top with a blue oxford over it, a thin gold chain that I think a bf gave to her, Citizens of humanity jeans, and white sandals. So, whatever, I remembered for 30 minutes at least. Her hair really was much shorter than I’d ever seen it. I liked it…I’ll have to tell her.