The first time we met, I managed to not make eye contact. His friend was interviewing for a position at the club I teach at. She got the job, and he stuck around.
The second time we met, I weaseled my way across the court and through 20 other pros to make sure he became my partner for the upcoming drills.
The third? We sat on opposite ends of a table in his home--since his friend and I have become relatively close the last couple weeks. We joked a lot, and he challenged me.
"Are you hungry?" -Him
"What are you talking about?!" -Me
"I can cook you something; I have granola bars, too." -Him
"One, I do not trust your cooking. Two, I cannot eat wheat, weirdo." -Me
30 seconds later...
"Are you sure you don't want food?" -Him
"Why do you keep asking me this?" -Me
"Because, you keep eating your hands and fingers--you seem hungry." -Him
Within 72 hours of that evening I had stopped biting my nails and gotten a manicure; 24 hours later, he complimented my hands.
Another 48 hours passed, and a whirlwind of an evening caught up with me, and I left his home--not because of him. As I reached my car, my phone lit up. "If you want we can go for a drink... if you're not too pissed." We drove, and without any direction, we continued to drive. I decided to turn for my favorite beach--a place he had not been. Two hours later, we walked along the full-moon-lit shoreline back to my car. We drove back to my work and sat while we talked and ate Snickers icecream.
Fast forward 32 hours. We have been shopping for specifics--swimsuits to take to Shelter Island, so we can swim at one of his client's homes. Shopping does not bring out the best in me--worst actually. It's like me being hungry--I get super annoyed and testy. That being said, on top of the shopping, ole grumpy gills herself (me) was starving. We head to Shelter Island--his favorite place out here--for some Mexican food. Of course, the place was closed. On to the grocery store--which, might I add, we both have a strange love for. Ok, blah, blah, blah.
The next day, we wake up, sweating to death from the lack of air conditioning on the island.
I shower, get dressed, and we leave. He drives me to my home where I cook and we eat breakfast, then he drops me off at work. I'm really confused at this point.
I slept in a bed with a literally gorgeous 24 year old man, nearly naked, and nothing happened. There was one really awkward pop kiss from me, naturally. Nothing happened, though. I couldn't decide if this was a good or a bad thing.
Does he like me? Is he gay? Did I do something wrong? Am I gross? Maybe he was just being respectful?
Well, apparently, he likes me, he's not gay, and I did nothing wrong.
31 hours later... I found all that out.
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Friday, June 28, 2013
Thursday, June 20, 2013
A little bit off
So much has been going through my head the last week. Should I stay? Should I go?
Of course I am talking about 14 months down the road and two Summer-seasons at EHIT, but I still cannot help to obsess over it. I have said it a million times, if EHIT was in the city, I would stay there forever, but the reality is that it is in fact 90 miles from New York City--the place I set out to venture to nearly seven months ago.
What makes it even worse is that my boss hugged me yesterday and sat to talk for a bit. "You have so much knowledge--well beyond your years--and we are just so happy you chose EHIT. I really see a long career here with us." Key in the water works, please. I love this man like he's my father, and it will be just like telling my father goodbye when I leave.
Do I see myself leaving? Yes and no. I see myself living in the city, but I do not see myself working elsewhere. I do not see myself living in East Hampton, New York even though I already am living here, but I see myself working at EHIT. I see myself doing makeup in the city, and this is probably where all my confusion comes from. How am I supposed to do makeup and afford living in a place that costs double of where I am at and pays 1/5 of what I am paid?! I simply cannot justify anything.
Even if I teach tennis, I will still be making $20 less an hour in the city--unless I look at other places, but I want to have the summers off to work at EHIT. Or do I? Do I just want to stay year-round in the city? I don't know. I never will know. I cannot decide these things until I am doing them.
The cold hard truth is, I have a car and a student loan and a lease and everything else in my life to pay off before I can even consider moving to the city. Not to mention, I need to save at least $15,000. So, reality is, I need to stay here another 14 months to get my feet off the ground and move into the place I am dreaming of with a bang.
I don't know.
Maybe I'll end up moving to Australia or California or wherever the hell else I want!
I do love New York City. I do love it. But, I love the career I have been given here.
There is also Callie to remember, though it is my own life. I want to make sure we both get to live out our dreams in New York City--together.
The more I type the more I realize that I want to be in NYC... now. I want to be there yesterday and the 6 months before that.
The beach is a nice change up, though.
xoxo
Of course I am talking about 14 months down the road and two Summer-seasons at EHIT, but I still cannot help to obsess over it. I have said it a million times, if EHIT was in the city, I would stay there forever, but the reality is that it is in fact 90 miles from New York City--the place I set out to venture to nearly seven months ago.
What makes it even worse is that my boss hugged me yesterday and sat to talk for a bit. "You have so much knowledge--well beyond your years--and we are just so happy you chose EHIT. I really see a long career here with us." Key in the water works, please. I love this man like he's my father, and it will be just like telling my father goodbye when I leave.
Do I see myself leaving? Yes and no. I see myself living in the city, but I do not see myself working elsewhere. I do not see myself living in East Hampton, New York even though I already am living here, but I see myself working at EHIT. I see myself doing makeup in the city, and this is probably where all my confusion comes from. How am I supposed to do makeup and afford living in a place that costs double of where I am at and pays 1/5 of what I am paid?! I simply cannot justify anything.
Even if I teach tennis, I will still be making $20 less an hour in the city--unless I look at other places, but I want to have the summers off to work at EHIT. Or do I? Do I just want to stay year-round in the city? I don't know. I never will know. I cannot decide these things until I am doing them.
The cold hard truth is, I have a car and a student loan and a lease and everything else in my life to pay off before I can even consider moving to the city. Not to mention, I need to save at least $15,000. So, reality is, I need to stay here another 14 months to get my feet off the ground and move into the place I am dreaming of with a bang.
I don't know.
Maybe I'll end up moving to Australia or California or wherever the hell else I want!
I do love New York City. I do love it. But, I love the career I have been given here.
There is also Callie to remember, though it is my own life. I want to make sure we both get to live out our dreams in New York City--together.
The more I type the more I realize that I want to be in NYC... now. I want to be there yesterday and the 6 months before that.
The beach is a nice change up, though.
xoxo
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