In case you have been sequestered from the news, let me say the East Coast has been bombarded with very large amounts of the fluffy white stuff that falls so delicately from the sky then wrecks havoc on unsuspecting citizens who have no clue what to do with it. It was a good week shoveling, sledding, and engaging in frivolity when I would typically be working.
And it's not like I didn't try to meet more men. When I was digging out my car, I chatted up a guy on his bike who was waiting for the light to change. My roommate and I took cookies to the neighbor who let us borrow his shovel.
However, much of the last week and a half was spent in three layers of sweaters under two blankets reading good books and drinking tea rather than prowling the streets of Baltimore for my next male acquaintance. It was delightful to have a break from my five-man-a-week quest and I realised that it takes a lot of energy. It's only February and I'm already tired.
Another aspect of this challenge is to be the best me that I can be-spiritually, emotionally, physically, and mentally. This has been on my mind in my snow-induced reverie; what else should I be doing? I want to make sure that I am becoming the woman that I want to be: growing in beauty and in grace, taking care of my body, challenging my mind, feeding my soul. There are ways that I am trying to do this already. I read books and magazines that are intellectually stimulating, I volunteer, I cook, I read the Bible and pray, I have long talks with friends, I enjoy the pleasures of nature, I play the piano, I journal. Of course, there is always room for improvement. So towards that end, I went to the YMCA today to inquire about joining. It might kill two birds with one stone: take care of my body and there are bound to be men there.
Before I sign off for the night I have three new men to report from this weekend.
1. The Uncle. He is the uncle of a friend of mine. Too old and not my type, but a nice person.
2. The friend of the uncle. Also not my type. Seems like he is still trying to figure himself out.
3. The coach. I started volunteering as a basketball coach for a youth program today. I don't play basketball, but I guess they don't care so I decided I would go and encourage the kids. One of the other coaches a) actually plays basketball and b) seems to be a nice guy. He is quite a bit younger than me, but I'm just trying to meet people so there you have it.
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