I’m All Aflutter

My heart is aflutter.  It may be the asthma medicine I just inhaled that always makes me jittery.  On the other hand it may be my nerves.  You see, I just had a thought.  And, well, that in itself is an accomplishment, but even more aflutter making, is what the thought was.  But I’m getting ahead of myself a little.  Let me share with you something I wrote six months ago on an old blog:

“Hi.  I’m Jesse.  I’ve been assigned to walk around with you during the fire drills” he said.  He’s a rookie firefighter.  Been on the job for three years.  Can’t be much more than 26-27 years old.  He’s 6′2″ ish with piercing blue eyes the color of the sky.

I work for the Facility Management office of a 25 story high-rise building in the Lake Merritt district of Downtown Oakland, California.  Twice a year we conduct Fire Drills and we always invite a crew from the Fire Department to come and observe.  My boss always assigns a fire fighter to the staff members and today I got Jesse.

In the fourth and final segment of today’s drills I was assigned to the fourth floor for observation where I saw an old acquaintance of mine searching the floor for stragglers.  Her name is Connee and she’s from Niagara Falls, NY.  I LOVE her.  She’s a sweet little older lady who has always been very nice to me.  After searching and then evacuating the floor we met up in the park across the street where we waited for the announcement that it was time to return to the building.  I was chatting with her when Jesse returned to my side and she asked, “What’s your name Mr. Gorgeous Blue Eyes?”

“Kevin.”  Jesse answered.  “Just kidding.  I’m Jesse.”

Connee laughed.  “Oh I thought you were going to tell me you both had the same name.”

“Wait,” I said.  “Does that mean I have Gorgeous blue eyes, too? –  Never mind.”

“Yep.  That’s what I was saying.” He replied.

Now you see, this is where I fall short as a “newly” gay man.  This guy was cute.  I liked him.  I’d have been interested in talking to him more.  But I never thought he was gay.  Still don’t know that he is.  But here’s what his comment suggests to me.  He thought I had nice eyes.  Had been thinking it all along, and Connee gave him an opportunity to bring it up and see what happens.  But because I’m insecure, and an idiot nothing happened.  I don’t know how to react in a situation like that?

So I’m looking for advice.  What should I have done?  And I’m seriously asking, so no smart ass, “You shoulda jumped on top of him” kind of responses.  How could have I have conveyed to him that I was interested without making the scene crunchy if I had misinterpreted his statement?

What, Mr. Reader, would you have done?

I was so caught off guard when he said what he did.  I couldn’t believe it was happening and was sure I was misreading something.  That night I had a therapy session and I talked about what happened.  My therapist said to me, “For future reference, when a guy says you have nice eyes, he is flirting”

So what is it that set me aflutter?  We are due for our semi-annual fire drills next week. As I mentioned in the post above, my boss always pairs one of the fire fighters with one of his staff members for the drills.  It’s almost always a different set of guys (occasionally a gal) so there’s no reason to think Jesse will be here and if he is, I may or may not get paired up with him again.  But the thought suddenly occurred to me, a moment ago, that I might see Jesse again.

What set me aflutter is the idea that I might get a second chance at this, and the realization that I’m not any more prepared to handle it now than I was then.

Also, what might have me aflutter is the fact that I’ve used the world “aflutter” six times in this post.

Neither Rollerblades Nor A Jet Pack

I walked into the office hacking and coughing, as I have been doing for the last two weeks, sat down at my desk and started up my computer for the day’s work.  No sooner had I started running my applications then an instant message window popped up on my screen.

“Whadya pick?  Whadya pick?  It’s April! Whadya pick?  Huh? Huh?”  It was K and she wanted to know what I had decided on for the April Fad of the Month.  I am inherently a mean person and therefore told her she would have to wait and find out with the rest of  you.  That was three days ago.

Then I said, “I’ve decided to change the direction of my blog and make the focus all about how nothing really works and so I’ll claim to be trying all these different things but meanwhile I won’t really do anything and then I’ll claim that it didn’t work.”

“That’s no fun,” she said.

I was kidding of course.  I would never do that.  I’m entirely too honest and ethical to do that, even if I wanted to… mean, but honest and ethical.  I’m well rounded.  Anyway, since I know you’re all waiting with bated breath, I will now reveal the April/May Fad of the Month(s).

As I mentioned in a previous post I live in a really beautiful part of country.  The weather this time of year is really nice and I’m close to the water, and the hills and lots of beautiful scenery, so I decided that I should take advantage of these benefits and do something that involved physical and potentially outdoor activity.

I know that K in particular is positively salivating to know what I’ve decided on, and it is for that reason more than any other, that I am dragging this out.  But without much further ado, I will now reveal that I have decided that the April/May Fad of the months will be *cough, cough* running.

A few years ago, K discovered a program that was designed to teach someone who is not athletic how to run.  Many people make a decision to start running having never done it before and they start out too hard too fast and give up quickly because of the challenges they endure.  K, by her own description, when she started running was an “Unsvelt Girl Who Runs”.  She took on this challenge because, if for no other reason, people told her she couldn’t do it.  Today, K can run at a steady pace for a prolonged period of time and has run several races in the Bay Area.

K was never focused on, or working toward, weight loss.  She was simply determined to prove to people who said she couldn’t do it, that indeed she could.  But along the way, she has lost weight, and several sizes.  The other day, I happened across a picture of her that was taken at a work event four years ago and showed it to her.  There is a marked difference in her appearance today as compared to that picture.

In the beginning K felt the same way I do.  Running is not something that I do.  Part of the reason is simply that I do not know how to do it properly and every time I have ever tried, I have very quickly developed shin splints and side stitches and pretty quickly tired myself out.  As a result my determination has always been, “You will not find me running unless there is a bear chasing me and it’s on a steep decline…  And I’m wearing roller blades… potentially a jet pack… and then it’s not really running, now is it?  No, running was never in the cards and to be honest, I’m still not sure it is.  I’ll do it purely for the sake of this blog and the edification of you fine people.

How I feel about it at the end of the nine weeks will determine if I ever run again! There is a problem, however, that has prevented me from going full speed ahead on this.  I was sick for more than a week, and even now, I’m still struggling with the lingering, hacking cough.  Today is the first day in three weeks that I haven’t been coughing incessantly.  And yet, while playing my Wii Sports, I’m constantly stopping to cough.  My common sense tells me that running, which I believe will require more of my breathing abilities, and in the outdoors, is sure to aggravate the cough far more than the exertions of waving my arm around in the air striking a virtual tennis ball while my on-screen Mii does all the running back and forth!  So while it may have seemed as if I might have been slacking off or abandoning my endeavors and readers, I assure you this is not the case!  I am feeling much better today and hopefully within a few days I’ll be much improved and able to get outside and give this thing a shot.

In the mean time, bear with me.  Oh!  And K?  You can stop gloating now!

This Is Gonna Be Rough

I bought a new laptop computer yesterday!  I’m really psyched about it.  The laptop I’ve been using for the last two plus years was a real piece of crap and was super slow!  So as I drove home last night with my new computer I was really excited to set it up!  And then I saw this!

And this!

“Uh oh!” I said to no one in particular.  “I wonder what this means?” I came inside with my computer and just that quickly forgot all about the equipment outside.

Growing up, I frequently heard my mother say, “Boys and their toys” with disdain dripping off of every word.  While she would never admit to the truth of it, my mother has always hated men.  Sadly she even hates the ones she gave birth to, though she’d tell you that isn’t true.  Anytime I got something new and I’d make a comment about wanting to be careful to keep it nice, she’d just shake her head and say, “Boys and their toys.”  But if you remove the motherly disdain and the pain that causes, she’s not entirely wrong.  As a broad generalization, men do like their gadgets and gizmos and I’m no exception so when I broke out the new laptop and started setting it up, I was absorbed.  I was still playing with it till 2:45 this morning before I finally put the computer down and went to bed.  Knowing I had stayed up too late, and that I needed a good night’s sleep, I set the alarm for 10:30 AM.

You know the sound and sheer volume of it that comes from digging around in a bag full of aluminum cans?  Yeah, I didn’t either until I moved into my current home and the little old Asian lady started coming around every few days digging through my recycling for all my aluminum cans (and I generate a lot of them – totally addicted to Diet Pepsi) AT 6:30 IN THE MORNING!!!  But trust me when I tell you, its loud folks!  I awoke, at 8:02 this morning to what sounded like THAT SOUND to me!  When I got up and looked out the window, this is what I saw!

People, its Saturday! I was sure that the construction equipment would not come into play until at least Monday, but alas, I was wrong. (Did I just say “alas”?) Clearly, I’ll be going to bed early tonight… maybe.

Thanks, neighbors, for scheduling your roofing work to begin at o’dark thirty on a Saturday morning and thanks even more for the advanced warning!

By the way, the guys worked for exactly one hour and then went on break.