So you can imagine my surprise to hear so many people commenting this past week (some guys, but mostly girls) how "good" I look.
"Say what? You're joking, right?" I feel like hammered dog-krap, and naturally suppose I look the same (like krap). Tho apparently not.
Even had some hotties come on to me. Heck, just yesterday, I was mentioning to a casual acquaintance how one of the things I've been dealing with recently "suks big-time". (Can't remember my exact words, but I can't forget hers.)
She surprised me by stating (with a straight face), "By the way, I have a black-belt in that."
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Follow-up clarification confirmed she meant exactly what I thought she meant. How do you respond to something like that? I'm not used to that type of talk. (Tho I could probably learn to, fairly quick.)
If you think about it, black-belt is a masculine term. You don't hear many women tossing it around. Which makes me think she originally heard it from a guy, thus lending credibility to her claim.
" If feeling *this* crappy causes ladies to respond like that," I reasoned, "then I oughta invite over a couple of friends to visit and have them work me over with baseball bats. After 20 minutes of that, I could probably be a Calvin Klein model." =)
The problem is > it has been my dealings with women that put me in this predicament in the first place. So you can see why I might be reluctant to acknowledge even the most enticing offer.
If you whack a dog every time it comes to the trough, it will eventually stop coming, even tho it's hungry, and enjoys food.
There have been other, similar comments, tho probably too risqué to publish. Another girl mentioned that I look like I'd lost weight.
When life throws us a curve, some people respond by eating. I'm just the opposite. My appetite vanishes. When I finally do get hungry, two bites fill me up (stomach in knots). Consequently, I tend to drop weight during periods of stress.
I also exercise more (in an attempt to process those feelings of angst). My bike rides around the Back Bay have worked wonders in this area > therapy in motion. Gorgeous surroundings. Fresh air. Sunshine.
I most enjoy watching egrets in flight. Takes me away from my problems for a few poetic minutes. Almost makes me wanna cry.
I also tend to drink a lot of protein when stressed, cuz it's one of the few things I can easily stomach. So that tends to cut me up a little.
When my world feels like it's falling apart, I find comfort (oddly enough) in watching Frontline specials, such as Gangs of Iraq and The Mormoms .. tho I can't tell you why. Maybe cuz Frontline presents its shows in such an orderly and organized fashion, whereas my life sometimes seems affected by turbulent, illogical forces.
In other news, today is the First Thursday Art Walk in Laguna Beach. Maybe we'll see you out on the town, sucking up some culture, along with the free vino & hors d'oeuvres.