So a new friend of mine asked if I wanted to go rock climbing with him tomorrow at Rock Oasis.
I met him at a Christmas party my roomie invited me to a couple weeks ago. He is very cute - albeit I totally thought he was gay when we first met. His requests to make out didn't have me thrown. Gay guys always wanna make out with me for some reason. Thankfully, he didn't have a fit when I said I thought he was gay - 'I get that a lot.' So I kissed him anyway - why the hell not.
Well, he was really good. Really good. And he was hammered, which confused me because people usually get sloppy when drunk at 1:30am on a Friday night.
He nearly followed me out of his condo when I left his party. I had to beg him to put me down. He said he didn't care about leaving his own party; that he just wanted to ravage me. I honestly had to laugh. I love men for their candor. I assured him we'd hang out again if the need struck. Lo and behold, he texted asking if I wanted to go rock climbing tomorrow after work.
Sure, it's probably a ploy to look at my booty as I scale the wall - which I'm totally fine with. At least I'll be doing something. Usually when people stare, I'm at the bus stop or standing at the bar waiting for my martini. This is gonna be a great core w/o. It'll help prep me for my surf camp trip!
So I hopped onto YouTube to find a video about basics since I've only climbed once - and that was 5 years ago. Holy crap, the host of the video (Bea) is the reverend of my Spiritualist church (Britten Memorial):
Small world. :)
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