I've been so busy with wedding/honeymoon/reception plans, work, running, and travel that I didn't have the time this week to post. Until now.
I'm dead-dog tired, but it's been awhile since I've talked to my millions of fans around the world (smirk). So here's my stop-gap measure: Spend just 10-15 minutes a night updating you on what's going on in my little world. I've got 7 minutes left.
Onward!: I ran 5.5 miles tonight with K., from my running group. Last night I ran 3 fast by myself; on Tuesday I ran 6 with M., also from my running group, and on Monday I logged 4 at a fast pace. All in stultifying heat.
Friends possible?: Tonight's run with K. was, shall we say, enlightening. Really nice guy, early 30's, blonde hair, blue eyes. Cute. He works as a government contractor, though couldn't divulge what he did (Weapons? Homeland Security? Hmmm).
But that's not what was interesting. He braved horrendous Beltway rush-hour traffic to Georgetown, where we ran. I told him earlier this week that we could meet somewhere closer to where he worked, in Northern Virginia.
He said Georgetown was fine. Well, okay by me. G'town is easier to get to than NoVa.
He kept up a happy chatter while we ran at about a 9:20 to 9:30 pace. He asked me lots of questions, e.g. Do you have brothers or sisters? Do you miss California? Do you like your job? How long have you been working at [name of newspaper here]?
Hmm. Did he Google me? I don't remember telling him where I worked. Though I'm so tired right now, I can barely remember my own name.
Nonetheless, I enjoyed his company, and we joked a lot. Then, in answer to his question about whether I ever want to work for the Washington Post, I mentioned that my SO used to be a reporter there.
Dead silence on his end for the next half-mile.
"Oh," I thought. Realization dawned on me. For some obscure reason, I felt guilty. My stomach started to hurt. Then I felt frustrated. Can men and women ever be just friends?
This is not the first time this has happened to me. The rest of the run was a bit awkward, though he made a valiant effort to keep up conversation.
I used to have some great guy friends. I loved the casual camaraderie we had. In some ways, it was easier than hanging out with my female friends.
But then we all moved away from each other, got married, or otherwise started new lives. And I've found out that women don't like their husbands or boyfriends hanging out with other women, even though they're just friends.
We made plans to run again next week, even though he gave me a smile that was of definitely lower wattage than at the beginning of the run. "Maybe we should meet in Northern Virginia next time," he said.