First thing’s first. I’ve been ghosted by Paul, the guy I just *knew* was going to be my boyfriend after our first few meetings. It’s the strangest thing - I felt such a wonderful connection to him. He was planning weekend getaways with me. We were talking the future! And then he was gone. I heard from him once since my Miami weekend. He told me not to be a stranger...and then…*poof*.
So, last week I attended a book signing of a woman who wrote a book about all things female in your 40s, 50s and beyond, and she had some thoughts on dating at our age - one of them being to never give up on the social media aspect of dating, as in, stay on the Bumble and the Tinder and the Match because new people turn up all the time. She said, take your breaks when you need them, but don’t delete your profile altogether. There are always people coming on and going off the market and you just never know…
So I did just that. I peeked back into Bumble and actually found a date pretty quickly. In fact, the guy asked me to go to drinks the very next day (Saturday)! Well, for various reasons I told him that I couldn’t on Saturday, but I’d be open to Sunday, and he said great! We made a plan to have brunch.
Sunday came and I worked out early, walked the dog and then got all spritzed and primped to go to brunch. Got in my car and headed in the direction of the venue when I decided that I’d better check the Bumble app *just in case* something had happened.
Sure enough, he’d double booked himself and he asked if we could postpone. I quickly typed back “sure” but I knew that I wasn’t ever going to meet him. I’m just effing OVER. IT.
But there was still someone else lurking in the background on Bumble. Someone who looks simply hipper than hip and exactly my type. I’d sent him a super quick almost one-liner during the same session as the other guy. My message said simply, “Wow. Yikes. You’re just my type.”
And he’d responded back saying that was just about the greatest opener he’d ever read.
We texted back and forth all day on Sunday and decided to make a date for Wednesday evening. He really does seem to be just my type.
So we shall see.
The Dog Dude and I remain “friends”.
I dunno. Boss is gone for a coupla weeks in Europe, working and vacationing. He’s emailing here and there, but for the most part leaving stuff alone - except for one thing that got my blood boiling this morning. Don’t want to get into it. I need to learn how to be a bit more zen about this kind of “credit” stuff at work and just get my shit done and GTFO. I need to learn that for whatever reason, Boss will NEVER give me credit for my work. According to him, I am *support* and I only *help* to bring the products that I’ve designed and developed from concept to creation to market. It’s all good. I will get my props at some point and in some other way. I just KNOW it.
I have kind of become addicted to my weekend routine of getting up early on Saturday and Sunday mornings (before the crack) and getting a hard, *hard* workout in and sweating like there’s no tomorrow. Problem is, my fancy-pants nightclub-like boutique gym is super expensive! I can really only afford to do this on the weekends and even then, it’s kind of more than I’d like to pay, though I am getting fantastic results and actually am gaining back my muscle tone. I am not going to stop because it’s so damn good.
But I’m going to supplement this weekend stuff with an additional membership to Orangetheory. Anybody do this? It’s kind of a similar set-up, only it’s about half as expensive (though you do have to purchase their exclusive heart rate monitor in order to get your readings while you’re doing your workout).
So I’ve decided to do weekday workouts at Orangetheory - probably Tuesdays and Thursdays at - get this - 4:30 in the AM! Yes, call me crazy, but this is really the only time that I can make work during the week.
So I’m trying to inch my alarm back a bit to get myself prepped to get my ass out of bed at 4am on Tuesdays and Thursdays and trudge to the gym. I’ve been trying to do this for a week now. It’s not going so well. I find myself hitting the snooze because I know I don’t *really* have to get my ass out of bed.
I really, really want this to work. After my 2-weeks of Phase 1 of the DASH diet, I found the scale moving rather quickly and I have this momentum going and NOW is the time to kick it up a notch. I am getting stronger and leaner (finally!). How long have I been saying I want to do this and I’ve found a combination that seems to be working. It’s truly miraculous since I’m 50 years old and starting to go through the changes that happen at this age and I’m super excited that I’m making these adjustments on the positive side of things.
Okay, gotta roll. Workday is over and I need to soak up some of this delicious sunlight while walking the dog after dinner.
I have so much more I want to write. Maybe later while I’m in bed…
xox,
GS
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