After turning no heads at all in my giant sweater, I would invariably walk over to the crowds of guys and find a spot somewhere in a conversation. A safe place where we could all look over our shoulders from time to time and resent and desire whomever was popular or free from insecurity. Weirdo’s.
This period of standing awkwardly would silently break and lead to a period of sitting awkwardly. Drinking cokes and joking around, it was nice to actually forget we were at a dance for a while and have some fun.
Some of our fear forgotten, would all go onto the dance floor together, and try to dance. I found I could make people laugh with my joke dancing, and would be sweating profusely in a matter of minutes. Barely able to see, I would venture out into the crowd away from the safety of the circle. The hero’s journey was in full effect: total surrender of self consciousness and tact. And I Danced!
The night would end in a glow. Slipping around in the back seat of my parents car, I would wave goodbye to all my friends. As the car turned the corner, I would begin a new fantasy about whichever girl I talked to or promised to say hi next Monday.
So here I am. Standing awkwardly on the bluff, looking out at the city lights, wearing my giant sweater. I want to jump in, but don’t yet know where to start. I’ve had many fantasies about what sort of life I would live here, and who I would meet. And just in case you were wondering, my fake karate skills are still in effect.
I should put in a "I'm really bad at" section... I think that list is a little longer.
Handsome in a weird way.
Books currently in rotation: Autobiography of a Yogi
Music in rotation: Patrick Watson, The National, Radiohead, James Blake. I love variety and being introduced to new music!
Misc: Reggie Ray dharma talk podcasts.
Movies: I like riding my bike up to the theater, catching a late movie and riding home when almost no one is on the road.
Random: I like playing Indiana Jones Pinball.
How the moon is bigger than Pluto.
I'm actually pretty (maybe too?) self reflective and enjoy thinking and talking about the ways we can all improve our lives and feel happier.
I sing Purprle Rain at Karaoke.
4 on the enneagram (see hippie comment above)
I'm confused why I am not better at breakdancing or busting rhymes.
I've created a pretty whimsical profile, but my career can take to some pretty serious states of mind.
Balding ever so slowly
You are not freaked out by non-drinkers. (your drinking doesn't bother me, fyi)
You are funny!
You are fit.
You want to.. or you want me to.
You do not have a one foot out the door persona or continue to feel trapped when someone shows sincere interest in ya. Just sayin.