is when the awkward silence isn't awkward.

my date on thursday can be summed up by this exchange:

him: "so you're sure you're not going to let me inside those pants? that's sad, because you've got a damn smoking body."
me: "thanks, i work out*"

++++++++++++++++

NOT being the person that fred leblanc came off-stage to yell at for lacking enthusiasm. (the floor in my section was resonating)

++++++++++++++++

snowboarding: core strength + shorter board + total hardpack = first day of the season, and no bruises. upper body is satisfyingly tired, though.


* saying this for real was everything i ever dreamed it could be.

you guys! i totally kept my clothes on! it is a proud day.

[X] less skinny than Si.

[ ] less snake-like than Si.


ALSO:

what is up with Eagle Scouts being super-amazing in the sack??

the bff's take on my latest prospect:

" nice. he's not as skinny and snake-like as S**** was"

clearly, i'm upgrading.

also, i have firmly resolved to keep my clothes ON for the entirety of our first date. second one too, if it happens.

speaking of doing it wrong, this is the wrong way to go through a corner:

for everyone. no peeking, i'm testing my americanility.


1) who is marie antoinette?

2) who is karl marx?

3) what is the most dangerous game?

i can haz?

look, i don't even like poker. i just want to sit around, watching him doing sexy math things in his brain. every once in awhile he might look over and mutter something in russian. it would probably be "hey, can you get me a glass of water," but i will pretend he just solved some crazy math problem for the first time. trivial, i know.

it even says he likes to ski.

ONWARD:

Nate, i did reverse sit-ups, and it was good.

eric, photo, sundry, i did NOT follow your suggestions for lack of interest and equipment, respectively.

i DID get checked out by the cute personal trainer (whom i also saw the larimer Dems meeting on election night). i think personal trainers are in the same category as cocktail waitresses, though:

"so, you wanna spend some time together?"

"yes. YES. i would love to spend some time with you, WORKING ON YOUR ABS."

i bet it burns worse than a vodka tonic to the face.

one tuesday night last summer, Will and i were driving home from Boulder when we saw this car in the breakdown lane, woman in the driver seat, man pushing. they had the bad sense to break down at the beginning of an overpass, so this poor schmoe is stuck against a guardrail, pushing his car & wife up a hill.

we look at each for a second, shrug, pull over and go back.

hulking sprinters that we are, we pushed the car up the hill like it was child's play, took them for gas and returned them happily to their vehicle.

then they tried to pay us. we're from West Virginia, so we looked at them like they were aliens, and just told them to pay it forward.

ANYWAY, my point is, Clay Walker totally fucking lied, because it has yet to come back to me.

in other news, i totally nailed my form on that ridiculous one-legged standing cable row.

which brings me to my next point: i need some low-intensity, stabilizing exercises for my lower back.

or at least, he got me MCA's autograph.

Will & i did this at rock the vote: http://xkcd.com/470/

signs got signed!



(and apparently someone took pics!)

nate & i made a "marriage pact" in 2003.

in 2007, he moved to china for a year.

in 2007.5, one of my friends visited china and hooked up with him.

when she came home, she got very drunk, very scared, and tearfully admitted to sleeping with him.

so my question is...

does anyone honestly take those things seriously?

if yes, doesn't that lay down a mandatory cock-block (til age 30) on everyone old enough to have seen my best friend's wedding?

came to visit, and all i got was $700 billion in free government money.

also, you know you've thrown an interesting party when you find this the next morning: