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My pheromones must be in overdrive these days. In the last week I've had two offers from two different men, both older than me and both totally inappropriate (even beyond the whole "Oh, I'm married... separated, but married" thing). I was totally thrown off guard both times because I'm never expecting that sort of 'attention.' It's all very flattering but I have yet to react appropriately. I get scared and confused when men approach me or say nice things about me but I'm getting better about snapping myself out of it and remembering that I'm a grown up and not some fragile, little, delicate girl that needs to be protected from the big, bad world.
I'm assuming this is something I'll have to get used to if things don't work out with J. I've never dated so I don't know how that whole thing works and I don't know that I'm too keen on exploring it. Frankly, right now the only man for me is Johan, my guinea pig, and I don't even want to think about men, J, the future, etc. And actually, Johan is getting a little action himself; my upstairs neighbor takes care of her friend's dog a few days out of the week and this tiny little dog, Isabella, seems to really like my little pig. But Johan only has eyes from me and seems to mainly be annoyed by the tiny dog's presence when she is in my apartment.
But we are a packaged deal so anyone that is interested better be OK with guinea pigs. Poor J is even allergic either to the pig or his hay so you know, I mean it.
T'is the Season
In other news, football!! Living in Columbus has turned me into a real fan of the game and I'm stoked that it is back on. I missed most of the first OSU game last week because my mother was in town and she isn't into sports. But I woke up to the sound of crop dusters circling, pulling advertisements, a sure sign that there is a game today (am watching OSU v Toledo as I type) and the air will be filled with football for the rest of the day. Thus, I will be watching football and doing housework most Saturdays. And apparently, housework for me is a full contact sport. I was carrying items to the kitchen when I spied an item for the recycling resting on my sofa. When I went to retrieve it, I stumbled and kicked my coffee table, possibly breaking my toe.
Everything about football in Columbus is super fun. If we are talking college, we are talking the Buckeyes. Most people in my office wear some sort of Buckeye gear on Fridays during the season and on game day, the city is awash in a sea of scarlet and gray. I imagine it must be a bit intimidating to play in the Horseshoe because when you see the game on TV, you just see red, and the stadium is always packed. People tailgate and barbecue and there are red cups everywhere. The sense of community is unbelievable and everybody is friends this day.
If we are talking pro, well, people here seem mainly to be college sports fans but there are rabid Browns and Bengals fans. Sports bars on game day are loud with shouts and hands beating on tables as people scream at the televisions. You get in early and set up shop at your table as you'll be there long after you've finished eating, probably accumulating many empty glasses and/or beer bottles. Again, there is a sense of community as everyone in the bar/restaurant is rooting for the same team and everyone feels equally invested in the team.
For someone like me who grew up in a state without a pro sports team or a college team that is at the same level as the Big Ten teams, it is really incredible to witness the rituals of football. But I'll tell you what, lay out some good food, cheap beer, and good people and I'm all over it.
My pheromones must be in overdrive these days. In the last week I've had two offers from two different men, both older than me and both totally inappropriate (even beyond the whole "Oh, I'm married... separated, but married" thing). I was totally thrown off guard both times because I'm never expecting that sort of 'attention.' It's all very flattering but I have yet to react appropriately. I get scared and confused when men approach me or say nice things about me but I'm getting better about snapping myself out of it and remembering that I'm a grown up and not some fragile, little, delicate girl that needs to be protected from the big, bad world.
I'm assuming this is something I'll have to get used to if things don't work out with J. I've never dated so I don't know how that whole thing works and I don't know that I'm too keen on exploring it. Frankly, right now the only man for me is Johan, my guinea pig, and I don't even want to think about men, J, the future, etc. And actually, Johan is getting a little action himself; my upstairs neighbor takes care of her friend's dog a few days out of the week and this tiny little dog, Isabella, seems to really like my little pig. But Johan only has eyes from me and seems to mainly be annoyed by the tiny dog's presence when she is in my apartment.
But we are a packaged deal so anyone that is interested better be OK with guinea pigs. Poor J is even allergic either to the pig or his hay so you know, I mean it.
T'is the Season
In other news, football!! Living in Columbus has turned me into a real fan of the game and I'm stoked that it is back on. I missed most of the first OSU game last week because my mother was in town and she isn't into sports. But I woke up to the sound of crop dusters circling, pulling advertisements, a sure sign that there is a game today (am watching OSU v Toledo as I type) and the air will be filled with football for the rest of the day. Thus, I will be watching football and doing housework most Saturdays. And apparently, housework for me is a full contact sport. I was carrying items to the kitchen when I spied an item for the recycling resting on my sofa. When I went to retrieve it, I stumbled and kicked my coffee table, possibly breaking my toe.
Everything about football in Columbus is super fun. If we are talking college, we are talking the Buckeyes. Most people in my office wear some sort of Buckeye gear on Fridays during the season and on game day, the city is awash in a sea of scarlet and gray. I imagine it must be a bit intimidating to play in the Horseshoe because when you see the game on TV, you just see red, and the stadium is always packed. People tailgate and barbecue and there are red cups everywhere. The sense of community is unbelievable and everybody is friends this day.
If we are talking pro, well, people here seem mainly to be college sports fans but there are rabid Browns and Bengals fans. Sports bars on game day are loud with shouts and hands beating on tables as people scream at the televisions. You get in early and set up shop at your table as you'll be there long after you've finished eating, probably accumulating many empty glasses and/or beer bottles. Again, there is a sense of community as everyone in the bar/restaurant is rooting for the same team and everyone feels equally invested in the team.
For someone like me who grew up in a state without a pro sports team or a college team that is at the same level as the Big Ten teams, it is really incredible to witness the rituals of football. But I'll tell you what, lay out some good food, cheap beer, and good people and I'm all over it.
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