dork did zumba and body pump again

Saturday morning bright and early my girlie that had a first date Fri night was texting me “Zumba, come join”. I was tired,I had been at a client site until nearly 2100 the evening before, and I was still sore from “dork did body pump last week”. ButI got up got dressed and was there in no time flat.

This particular instructor I describe as “the club dancing zumba”. I get that Zumba is all about watching yourself in the mirror, but seriously this one spent entirely too much time grinding with herself in the mirror. About half way thru I realized my neck and back were not appreciating my doirking to zumba.

It was a little bit easier to follow my girlie that was smack in front of me, I felt less out of step. I also did not push myself quite as hard as I usually push. I pushed too hard at body pump, the weights are light, and so it is easier to push more and more repetitions into the routine, and maybe a few extra pounds too. I have been increasing my protein intake, forcing myself to drink chalky drinks, and eating nutritional bars with higher protein content.

I realize I will never have the hard body I had 20 years ago, I certainly can shape up the muscles I do have and look pretty rock solid. Yes I am stroking myself…

 

A little ego and self absorbment wont hurt me or anyone else.

my girlie and my non girlie

A couple of months ago I resigned from a job that I held for two and a half years. I have stayed on as a consultant for a few reasons one because there was not anyone to continue my tasks, and two because I had 260 hours PTO on the books and they could not afford to pay it all at once. They needed a few months to pay it out. I have since hired my replacement who has also become a good friend. Kind of like my friend at my new job we connected from word go (a different connection,, but a connection none the less).

We will call this friend Mr. NG, he is 15 years my junior, and absolutely hysterical. Mr. NG came over yesterday and hung out for hours (invited, and wanted). It always intrigues me when people say men and women cannot be friends, yes they can just leave the sex part out. While my repertoire with Mr. NG is lighthearted, fun, and goofy we do not have any “desire” towards each other (making for a perfect “non-girlie” friend).

Yesterday my girlie and I texted a little, and somehow for the first time we went out on the town. She had Mr. P in tow, I introduced my girlie and Mr. NG. It was and interesting evening, I for the first time danced with her “dance partner“, for nearly a year I have been hearing about dance partner this and dance partner that. I met Mr.P at her birthday party, but did not have an opportunity have a conversation get a feel for him.

We went to listen to Latin Music, I love Latin music (always have), I just do not know how to dance to it very well. My girlie insisted I dance with her dance partner, it was alright he and I do not have a connection like she and he have to be in sync and feel the same rhythm. No I did not dance with Mr. NG, not even at prompting. You see a man and a woman can be friends, just leave the sex out of it, and folks dancing is mostly about sex (at least Latin dancing is in my opinion).

As my girlie was making her exit she said something to me about “why not?” with Mr. NG, I responded with “absolutely not”. Not because there is anything wrong with him, but because I do not see Mr. NG in that light. He is purely platonic, without a mutual interest in changing it.

I am still in motion, Dork did Zumba yesterday and will do Yoga today, and someday I will be able to say “life is good”, just not today.

dork does not do zumba

I am still trying the dancing thing. Zumba class is more of me watching, than actually dancing. Not that I care but I am sure other people in the class are thinking why is she here, she is in my way, move you DORK.

Perhaps if I could find a beginners class, or I could find the same instructor for multiple classes. They all seem to have such different styles, today’s instructor had more club style dancing mixed with belly and ballet. It was very active, and hard to count the steps. Imagine feet doing one thing, hips doing another and yet the arms doing something else, It is funny to look in the mirror at myself, actually I avoid looking right now I know how goofy I look.

I will keep trying because my nature does not allow me to quit.

squirrel moment

the only time I have to go to the gym is in the evening, and darn if all the medicine is past worn off and I cannot focus to work out or learn Zumba, or Yoga, or nothing.

I must look like such a dork just standing there while the rest of the class is hopping and dancing, and I am just looking at all the pretty colours swirling around me, and the hair flipping and flopping. Look there went a piece of fuzz rolling across the floor.

Now if I could get my groove on and dance I might enjoy myself more, but until then I will keep trying after all I am still in motion.

Life will get good again soon…

Saturday night plans

Mr.S and I had plans for Saturday night, he was allowing me to treat him for his birthday (he does not celebrate it for just cause). We had parted ways earlier in the day from the Friday Night surprise.

I purchased tickets to a musical at a local theater, it was not the one I wanted but it would work. Mr. S picked me up kind of late, just in time for the show, he claimed not to be hungry as he had a heavy lunch. So we went to the show, it was fun. We laughed and enjoyed it, afterwards we went to a local spot and had a bite to eat, it was delicious (this was not a local dive but actually one of the classier spots). We shared an artichoke appetizer that was divine, we both had different salads, and chose to decline on dessert there were only three items offered and none stood out to either of us. So we we headed back, first we stopped by my house to let my dogs out (duh I clearly was not spending the night at home again) and pack an overnight bag. The night prior I slept there I did not have a toothbrush, nor anything else I might have needed, body oil, change of clothes, medicine, etc.

After my chores were done, we headed to his house. One thing I really like about his house is the quietness, my house is a hustle and bustle by comparison even without anyone else there. I live close to a freeway, and dead smack in the middle of major traffic, plus there are two inch gaps between the exterior door and the frame. His house is serene, even though it is in the middle of remodel and partially torn up it is so calm and serene.

The mutual friend that had introduced us wanted us to go dancing with her and “Dance partner”, but alas Mr.S was not in the mood for high energy, we were both a little tired and were lavishing in the romantic evening we had shared again! So it was another night of romance and pleasure, not sure if it was mine or his probably both.

We woke Sunday morning very gently, relaxed, and romantically. We have become comfortable with each other, our bodies have found rhythm with each other. Yes we broke the “rules” and jumped into sex, we have stepped back and while we both have desire we are trying to not make it about sex. Talk about a difficult thing, when sex is good you want it right? Mr.S woke up a sleeping creature with me (I have been divorced for four and a half years), no I have not been celibate the entire time apparently just had not found the right partner.

You see I am different than a lot of women, I require a level of attraction and chemistry to be able to perform and enjoy, if the mojo inst there you can forget about it. Sure it sort of goes both ways, but a lot of men can fuck anything (most of them do), and well not that I am tooting my own horn but I am not fugly. Let me paint a picture, 5’5″, 115lbs, hair down to my mid back (curly or straight I can do both) it is auburn colour, I have hazel eyes. I am not as fit as I used to be, but three months at the gym and baby you would never know it has been 10 years since I have worked out. I believe in give and take, so if I want someone that is attractive then I need to also be attractive.

Time to go back to the gym, not because I need to loose weight, or anything like that, but because it is a healthy pattern. Exercise have more energy, feel good about myself, get into better shape, have more endurance, it will only take a few months of work to become rock hard again (and who wouldn’t feel good about that?)

Life is good, I am employed, my kids are waking up form a good night sleep with fabulous dreams, feathers are waking, furbabies are waking. While I did not see Mr.S last night (:-( ), that is ok too.

what is a meat grinder?

If you ask my girlies Mr.P then he will say she is the meat grinder. Apparently Mr.P has woken her libido like no tomorrow, and when a woman libido is awake watch out baby cause she gonna grind you up and spit you out.

Since my girlies divorce a few years ago, she has in essence been sowing her oats (apparently she did not do this when she was younger). I am happy for her, every one needs to sow their oats at least once in life (just be safe about it). There have been three main characters in her escapades Mr. A, Mr.P, and Mr.Y.

She thought Mr.A woke her libido, yeh it was good, it was sort of satisfying physically(he was well endowed), but all the silly emotional games reduced the physical pleasure. Mr. Y not sure why I even mention him, he was a wanna be that tried to temporarily filled a void (without much success I might add), and now there is Mr.P. Yeah baby now he has woken the sleeping beast, in more ways than one.

Between the Salsa and the Tango she is beside her self. They started as dance partners, and well one thing lead to another, now they are “a limited item”. They have known each other for about eight months, but have only been horizontal for three maybe four months. Apparently for the first few months she would not give him the time of day (outside of dancing), she thought he just wanted to bed her down. He probably did, but something happened during the chase and he claims to have fallen for her.

This past weekend was the first time they actually “spent an entire night together”. You can learn a lot about a person after spending a few nights with them. They danced on their feet first, sadly it was not gratifying, then they proceeded to the horizontal bop. Yes they were using protection, by morning  I guess they were worn out or something (I was not there I do not know exactly), but Mr. P said to girlie “go easy I am sore you are like a meat grinder”. And they say Latinos are virile, check out the Jewish girlie libido that has been woken.

Girlie I am happy you have found some good meat to grind on!

I guess you could say…

I let my hair down last night. It was a friends birthday celebration at a “Latin Restaurant and Club”. We all had fun, there were a bunch of us girlies, and a few guys in the group. The common denomination between all of us was the person celebrating her birthday. Personally I love watching Latin dancing but do not have a clue how to do it, and it has been easily 20 years since I have been club dancing.

That being said one of the guys in the group saw me standing there at one point bee-bopping, and drug me to the dance floor (during the band break so the music was different) and MADE me dance with him (honestly that is the only way to get me on the dance floor is to drag me). Well apparently that was all it took, he was smitten by me there after. Every time I glanced his way he was w a t c h i n g me. He left before I did, as he was saying goodbye he leaned over put something in my hand and whispered in my ear “call me”. I sat there for a moment, in shock. He was so sweet the way he did it, either that or I was smitten to and did not realize it.

The next day I called my friend, and told her about the interaction, she was so elated. She said one of the highlights for her that evening was seeing the two of us enjoying ourselves. I am somewhat of a turtle being that I do not crawl out of my shell easily nor willingly in social settings, but when I am drug out watch out cause I become a different creature, totally alive and vivacious.

So I took her advice and began texting with my new friend. I feel like a silly school girl, kind of giddy, and all that silliness. Totally out of my element, and incredibly unsure of myself I went to a movie with him last night. The movie was weird, funny and scary, whatever. After he came over (I never bring people into my house to visit, it is another long story), and we chatted. It was nice, when he left he hugged me and gave me a little peck for a kiss. I keep replaying the interaction in my head like a slow mo movie.

Life is good, I am employed, my kids are still at camp which means my house is peacefully quiet, I think someone is smitten with me ( I do not know how to be smitten with with someone, I have never really experienced it), feathers are all good, furbabies are all good (missing the kids).