Sunday Funday

In the afternoon, my daughter had futsal.  Indoor soccer is like outdoor soccer, but the field is smaller, the teams are smaller, and the ball is smaller.  And harder!

“Uh-oh,” said one of the moms, “This is the team that beat us last week.  They butchered us!”

Uh-oh was right.  Violet was the goalie, and those kids on the other team were ruthless!  Again and again I watched them trot over to where they were well within point blank range, then kick the ball, full-force at Violet.  Most of the time she blocked it, but it looked painful.  Part of me wanted to go out there and throttle them.

In the second half though, my resentment was resolved, when another kid took over as goalie and immediately, on a throw-in, beaned one of the other team’s kids in the back of the head.  I laughed out loud.  Several of the girls from the other team looked to see where the guffaw came from – and I wasn’t hiding it.  Unfortunately, our Piranhas were dead in the water.

Later, since I’d been bugging my housemate to let me whoop him at pool again, he decided to come back for his revenge.  He beat me at least five out of six times, then waltzed over to the lottery machine where he won again… over $800!

Sexpert Alert

This event is one that I’ve been eagerly looking forward to… a conversation with Cindy Gallop!  To describe her in one word, I usually say “sexpert” but, there’s much more to her than that.  She’s seen as a rock star in the marketing world, famous not only for her track record of dating young hot men, but also for turning traditional marketing strategies upside down, energizing and inspiring audiences worldwide.  When I heard Cindy was coming to town, I was ecstatic.  When she invited me to come see her for free?!  It was over the top!  I brought two of my best gal-pals and made a night of it.  (Because we were SO having drinks with her after the presentation.)

Overwhelmingly, the audience was made up of people in the advertising business.  It was natural for the conversation to tilt that way.  But I brought it back to the good stuff.

I asked Cindy (who is probably about the same age as my parents), “Granted, you are an intellectual person.  When you are with these younger men… What on Earth do you talk about?”  I was racking my brain to come up with a guy in his 20′s that could handle a conversation with this powerful, brilliant, and energetic woman.  There certainly weren’t any among us.

For the Love of Sweat

Physical challenges excite me.  Limits are there to be tested, and within our own bodies is a great place to begin.  Yes, I work out.  Some might say I work out a lot.  But all that aside, nothing has been quite like what I’ve discovered in the last two weeks at Bikram Portland.

It started on a Friday night, much like any other Friday night… at a bar.  My favorite bar.  There I was at my favorite bar, with two of my favorite girlfriends, when I met a guy.

This was no ordinary guy.  For one thing, he was not trying to get into my pants.  By the end of the night it was clear, he was trying to get me into hot yoga!

“I want you to do this,” he said.  “It will change your life.”

Granted, the conversation would have never happened, if he weren’t so darn cute in the first place, but (as far as he was concerned) it wasn’t about chemistry.  We went for a nice 7-mile run along the Waterfront a couple days later, and a couple days after that, we were on our way to Bikram.

Everyone Brings Something to the Table… I Want a Feast!

According to the stats, a fair amount of people show up to my site, looking to gain perspective about “compartmentalization of relationships.”  Fortunately, those who are looking for insight on this particular topic, have come to the right place.

Here, I’ll spend a few minutes to break it down:

I’ve only been in a couple long-term, monogamous partnerships.  The first was with the father of my child.  It lasted roughly two years, which (at 18) seemed like an eternity.  The next was with a guy who I met when I was 20, for five years.  We became enthralled with each other.  Nothing else in the world could possibly matter as much as coming home to our oh-so-significant other.  It was intoxicating.

But things have changed.  For myself, and an increasing number of my peers…  We practice compartmentalization.

I Dream What I Want!

Even in lucid dreams, one can’t necessarily expect everything to go their way.  Sometimes our subconscious has a few surprises for us.  For example, here’s what happened last night:

It began innocently enough, starring a guy, who I have just a tiny crush on.  He said something that made my tummy twirl, which made me realize, I was most certainly dreaming.  So naturally, without a beat, we were beamed into my bed… and he was naked.  Perfectly fine by me!  But then, my bedroom door opened a crack, and a little round light fell onto us.  Someone was shining a flashlight in our direction…

“Who’s in there?”  Said a voice.  It was my dad.  How awkward!

I replied, “It’s just _____.  Get outta here!”

Now, if you know my pops, you already know he’s a bit of a prankster.  So next, a gloved hand came towards us, poking around from across the room…  It was mounted on a long pole, of sorts.  Probably something he found at the joke store.

Anyway, I managed to get rid of him.