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So, there’s a local high school looking for a 10 hour/week algebra 2/trig instructor. There is a deadline associated with this, and it’s until-filled. It’s been open for a little more than a week, yet I have not taken the necessary actions to pursue. I feel unready. Bleh.

Wednesday started off at the gym. Trying to get in a MWF habit. Seems to be working thus far. Though I do need to get up earlier.

Ro and I did the final steps of turning his bedroom into an office. Tuesday was Ikea: smaller futon, chairs, table/desk, assemble and arrange. Wednesday, we picked up whiteboard and powerstrip. It worked out fairly well. The whiteboard is smaller than I’m used to, but there’s no bothersome searching for an open space to work, and no distractions from other people nearby or my conscience over using space intended for students.

It’ll take a little getting used to, this is not an ideal situation, but, then again, this is most assuredly not an indefinite employment situation, either.

Anyway. We took out the mini-futon his roommate had replaced with a loveseat, lint-brushed enough doghair off to make a small sweater, and tried to beat the dust out of the mattress and eventually gave up. I biked home, Ro caught up with futon, unloaded it, then we did laundry.

Back home, drop off laundry, go to endgame. Played Lost Cities w/, purchased carcassone: hunters & gatherers, then played it with Ro, Josh, and this guy named Matt. Then had a painfully protracted game of fist of dragonstones. I think I should have won it, because I got an extra renew-able bidding token in the first turn, and nobody else did until much later in the game (and he didn’t win either). Stupid bidding game. =) Stupid capitalism, too.

Oh yeah, & will be coming in to town tomorrow or saturday. He has an interview with UCB. Excellent. All is proceeding according to plan. =)

Off to lunch plans.

So, it seems that for work related purposes, I may be journeying with Ro out to Boeing in Albuqerque in a couple weeks. It seems that the flights are usually indirect. I proposed flying through Phoenix with an extra long layover so I could check out Arcosanti, and perhaps meet the wonderful AZ natives among you. Ro was amenable. What say you? =)

In one of your journals I ran across a quote that goes something like….
“do not imagine that the one whose quiet words bring you comfort lives in a place of undisturbed peace, were it so, he could never found those words”.

Who are you, dammit? And what is the quote? =)

Pretty medic bikey guy and I walked together towards our respective homes after the shift. I dropped a comment about having mentioned to someone that he was pretty (it was basically in context), and moved on to other topics. I was pretty sure he wasn’t interested.

He got off on this tangent about how he was good at letting people he was attracted to know, but bad at telling people he wasn’t attracted to that he wasn’t. He said that he liked having things out in the open. And that he hated stringing guys along, but he had no idea of a good way to do it. I shared my abyssmal handling of tactlessly letting my ex-roomie, Mr Starkey, know I wasn’t interested, and went off on the Miss Manners tangent about casual dating vs marriage, and how there is no way to handle romantic and sexual interests without causing some pain.

Right before we parted ways, he started making the point that he much preferred to be confronted about such things. I had already resolved that at our parting of the ways, I would discuss it. And so I did. I cut right to the chase. I told him I assumed that he liked me, but wasn’t attracted to me. He pretty much confirmed. I smiled and wished him pleasant dreams, and walked home, standing tall, no looking back.

It was one of those hard to summon smiles, but it wasn’t entirely show. And I figured better to smile than to express disappointment. I understand that sort of situation from both sides, and there really is no no way to get out without some hurt feelings. Rather than give him something about which he would feel bad, why not let it go?

Disappointing, but not unexpected. And, realistically, I think we can each find much better matches both sexually and romantically. Ah well.

I’m not a guy for comfort or sensual pleasures. Those are all well and good, and I generally won’t pass them up. But what I’m really about is a sense of emotional engagement. Involvement. Belonging. Rapport. Giving, accepting, sharing, it’s all good.

Morning was slow. Abyssmally slow. And uneventful. Very sad. Very boring.

Eventually managed to drag my ass out of bed, and things perked up a little. Talked to Ro on the phone. Got a call from , who was in town for part of his grad school field trip thing. Yay. =) Made plans for dinner with him. Biked over to simon’s go thing, to keep him abreast of the details. Then to the Y for lifty/lifty, burny/burny. Listening to Ro’s message on my cellphone, when who should appear but Ro. =) Chat for a bit, shower off, bike down to Ashby station to meet Ken and Simon. We head off to sushi dinner (first I’ve had in months, I think). Fun ensues. Ken not up for gaming in Alameda. Simon wants to hang with Ken. I’m tempted to join them, but instead opt for gaming w/Ro, and and others.

Following mapquest, uneventful trip to party. Many games are played. First one was BANG! I was the sherriff, and I shot my deputy (Ro). In the end, the renegade ( won.), but it was a fun and long game (long for the sort of game it was). I think I might have failed to collect everyone’s dying hand, but no biggie.

In the meantime, the spare arcade style gamebox they have there (of the SNK, page through multiple games variety. Can’t remember what that’s called, last blade 2 or something like that. ) It has an interesting 2d dueling game (ala street fighter 2), and that game had this amusing character. A little old white bearded guy, with a basket about as big as he was, from which he shot killer attack turtles (larger than the basket) at his opponents. It was fun.

Next came scrabble. I started off with a bingo, which was pretty cool. All hail the blank tile. Thanks to the bingo, I won. Next came this rabbit racing game. It looks, as , I think, put it, “one of those games you play when you’re 6”. But it was more complicated than those games. This game involved lots of choice and significant strategy. It also had the feature of helping the underdogs far more than the leads. I bet on randomness, and randomness liked me. Randomness was less kind to Ro. Then we played this interesting point scoring card game. I liked. I lost three consecutive times to Ro, and wanted to do a fourth (the third was the ‘last game’). Then Jesse stepped in. I somehow won, then Jesse wanted to play again. So we did. I miraculously won again. It was fun. I went home. Interestingly one of the people in the room (keep in mind, like 10 people at most) was a cmu graduate, circa may, in set design or some such.

Ride back home. Discuss my authorial ambitions with Ro, and hear much about the closing of doors and burning of bridges in technical fields.

Nat had joined Ken and Simon, and they were playing scrabble in my living room. Rejoicing was great. Fun was had, bed was sought. Weee.

There is a giant gaping hole in my life, that can be filled only by HOT TABLETOP RPG ACTION. Ro and Simon have expressed interest, and I am vaguely willing to DM. Now I need to find a few more players and decide, pre-existing universe or EarthDawn. Hmmmm.

Or, better yet, find another to drink of this cup, and be a player myself. =)