This year I have made a great deal of progress in improving my physical health, which is a continuation of one of my New Years Resolutions of being healthy in mind, body, and soul. Four to five times a week you will find me at the gym. I have found this is my sanctuary where all the petty problems in the world are ambiguous. If I could only stay there for more than two to three hours per sitting I would have my own little piece of heaven. Another resolution that I made was to post more on my blog. My apologies for not keeping my word on that, but physical exertion has proven to be the optimum outlet for the stresses in my life. Just because I have slipped, had a failed attempt does not mean I shall cease to push forward. It does not take an expert to know that the mind, body, and soul are linked together as one and codependent upon each other.
The Friday before Valentines day I wanted to be a bolder person and act instead of retreat. I went to take my phone in because it was making a lovely hissing noise filled with static. That day had not been one of the brightest because it was one where I had to give my car dealership a large sum of money to extend my service plan to 100,000 miles on my vehicle to continue having no cost maintenance. After the deal was done I felt invigorated to take my phone in for service and resolve another issue in one daring swoop.
At the cellular store, when my name was called by a beautiful woman with reddish brown hair, I must admit I was not blown away by her beauty. As hard as it is for me to believe I did not really notice how attractive she was until we started chatting it up. Over the years I have found that I have standards that are off the charts high and I will most likely end up old and alone if I do not settle or have a reality check of some sorts. We will save that for another posting. However, I remember talking with this cell support rep and she asked me for the phone number associated with the phone, the account password, and then our talk spun off in all different directions.
I was shocked because I knew that she was into phones and the new technology that was heading the way of that particular wireless provider. The conversation just flowed so naturally and I do not recall the last time I had a free-flowing talk with a beautiful woman. I was smooth and even complimented her Emporio Armani Glasses, which she was really receptive to. After our talk, the transaction of her informing me that a refurbished warranty replacement would be on its' way only took about thirty seconds. I glanced at my watch on the way out the door and noticed I our talk lasted about fifteen minutes. Then the mind started plugging away and over thinking. I thought to myself that I noticed that she would play with her hair and her necklace when I talked to her in a flirtatious manner. She also blushed when I complemented her glasses because it wasn't a stereotypical guy compliment consisting of: "Hey babe you're hot."
My car rounded the corner just past the junction to head south on the highway that takes me home. A thought came over me that I had to try something to see if she is was interested. I swiftly changed over two lanes and exited to a retail store. I was inside and thought I knew I wanted to get her a little something and a Thank You card. Flowers? No. Chocolate around Valentines Day? No. Wine? Do I know if she drinks it and what kind does she like? No. So,I grabbed the card and was about the depart the store when I saw a coworker's wife and asked her about an epiphany that just came to me. I remembered those Emporio Armani Glasses and I thought I should get an Armani fragrance. She said that it sounded sweet so I headed over to the department store by her work.
I looked at Emporio Armani Diamonds at first and thought it was a win-win. However, it is always the best to get a woman's advice. I gave her a rundown of the situation and how I wanted to make a bold statement. I even threw myself a mini pity party and mentioned how nice guys finish last and that I didn't hope this would blow up in my face like Valentines Day 2006. - That was the day I bought this sorority that I was on a break with three dozen roses in an attempt to get back together after she had said she just needed more time over the course of a year. It blew up in my face because after all that effort she decided it was time to be honest and tell me she had been seeing someone for a couple months. I wonder why I am so timid and fear rejection...
I was still dead set on the Armani theme and I asked to smell the Armani Code for Women. My senses told me that this was a bedazzling perfume and it was the one. Before the words could come to me the woman whom was helping me in cosmetics said it was perfect for a young modern woman. I told her to ring me up and place it in a tasteful gift bag if she could. It was nicely snuggled in a Marc Jacobs bag and I exited the store after filling out a card for her. In the card I wrote, "Here is a little token of my appreciation for someone else who appreciates the finer things in life as well." I signed it and place my phone number below my name.
Do you want to know what a man feeling like a million bucks looks and feels like? Well, I was the closest thing to that on my trek to the cell phone store. I parked out front and left the car running with the stunningly bright blueish purple headlights beaming in the glass storefront. I walked in and my heart was racing. I saw her standing behind the counter on hold with corporate tech support and the customer she was helping was standing there waiting for her provide a solution to his cellular woes. I waltzed up to the counter every so smoothly and set the bag down and said, "Here is a little something for the great customer service." She smiled from ear to ear and I exited.
On the drive home I played it cool and waited to either receive a response or not hear a thing. At this point in time I wish she would have not said a word or even thank you. We will get to that in just a moment. As I completed the twenty minute commute home my phone alerted me of a text right when the garage door closed. It startled me and as I read it I became filled with joy. She thanked me and said that I didn't have to do that. Also, she included it was the perfect perfume and asked how I knew which one to get her. Feeling like a Slick Rick, I let her know that we would have to discuss the answer to that over dinner of coffee. She accepted the prospect of my proposal and I called it a night.
Long story short she said she didn't receive some of my texts, which I spaced out to not seem needy, even though I have been single going on seven years this Spring... I asked her outright if she was seeing anyone and if so I would back off because I am a gentleman. She said it was complicated, which should have been a red flag from the get go. Then I waited a couple days to hear back from her and shot myself in the foot. I said something along the lines of her proving that nice guys finish last. This prompted her to tell me that it was her work phone and she hadn't worked in a couple days and said I was moving too fast for her liking. It is amazing what three messages over three days can do.
To sum things up I was blown off. I was back in Somber Darin Mode. I would be telling a horrifically unbelievable lie if I said I was within eye shot of cloud nine. I learned that being timid will not help me find someone and being bold is a waste of time and money. I just hope that my vacation plans work out towards the end of March so I can get away from it all again. I hope that with this continuation of working out, writing, completing my degree, meditation, and spending the summer traveling will prove to help me fulfill my New Years Resolution of improving upon the whole package- Mind, Body, and Soul. A great comedy to see that really woke me up and kind of pegs me for the teenager I was and the man I fight with today would be the main character in It's Kind of a Funny Story. Watch it and let me know if you can see past or present Darin within this character. The great thing about the film was that it showed the struggles of an analytical young man and how it is becoming increasingly hard for him to remember a time when he was happy and carefree. In the end it shows that there is hope and life is meant to be lived not regretted.
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