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happydalek) wrote2008-10-25 12:39 pm
happydalek) wrote2008-10-25 12:39 pm
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Sooo good bein' home!
...As Jar Jar Binks would say.
My first 10-day cycle of archaeological goodness has come to an end and I am now home for a few days until cycle 2 starts up on Wednesday. I slept almost 12 hours last night, and when I weighed myself this morning, I was down 10 pounds from just a couple weeks ago. I've already noticed muscle-y goodness happening in my neck, arms and legs. Ten hours of shoveling and lifting buckets of dirt for ten days straight seems to be a winning exercise regimen. My hands and wrists are sore, my arms and back are achy, but I'm doing alright.
Also, I went on a second, "real" date with Arch Dude from my last post, and alas, there was no chemistry. A shame, because he's a real sweetie, but there just wasn't any kind of connection even though we come from similar backgrounds and have stuff in common. Different personalities, I guess. He paid for everything and was a total gentleman, pulling out chairs for me and opening doors and such, and he even let me win a few games of pool, claiming I was "too distracting" to play against. Which was when I realized that nothing was going to happen between us, because my first gut reaction to it was "oh god, this is really uncomfortable."
It feels terribly unfair to say this, but I'm uncomfortable with old-fashioned chivalry. I know guys do it to be impressive and nice and all that, but it makes me feel pressured to reciprocate in some waysecks, and then I feel bad when the date ends unsuccessfully. I hate that he spent so much for nothing. I'm a modern gal, guys. Let me pay for myself. I'm an adult, I want to pull out my own chair and open my own doors. The biggest compliment you can pay me is by treating me as an equal, because that's the kind of relationship that I want. Do not worship me, do not treat me like a fragile object. Respect me, don't serve me. And, your wallet does not impress me, neither by its size, nor what you can do with it, cuz' I've got one, too, and I know how to use it as well as you do.
My first 10-day cycle of archaeological goodness has come to an end and I am now home for a few days until cycle 2 starts up on Wednesday. I slept almost 12 hours last night, and when I weighed myself this morning, I was down 10 pounds from just a couple weeks ago. I've already noticed muscle-y goodness happening in my neck, arms and legs. Ten hours of shoveling and lifting buckets of dirt for ten days straight seems to be a winning exercise regimen. My hands and wrists are sore, my arms and back are achy, but I'm doing alright.
Also, I went on a second, "real" date with Arch Dude from my last post, and alas, there was no chemistry. A shame, because he's a real sweetie, but there just wasn't any kind of connection even though we come from similar backgrounds and have stuff in common. Different personalities, I guess. He paid for everything and was a total gentleman, pulling out chairs for me and opening doors and such, and he even let me win a few games of pool, claiming I was "too distracting" to play against. Which was when I realized that nothing was going to happen between us, because my first gut reaction to it was "oh god, this is really uncomfortable."
It feels terribly unfair to say this, but I'm uncomfortable with old-fashioned chivalry. I know guys do it to be impressive and nice and all that, but it makes me feel pressured to reciprocate in some way