Shades of Grey
The tournament is over and it was a success. The weather cooperated and everything went smoothly. After the final match, they committee went to Mattito's for some Mexican food. We all had the fajitas in various permutations while discussing what could be done to improve next years tournament. We all ate until we were stuffed. After talking for a while longer, we said our goodbyes headed our respective homes.
I had to get gas, so I head to my favorite gas station on Wycliff Ave. and Lemon Ave. Do you please gas is so cheap now? It was $2.02 as of yesterday. It may actually get down to below $2 per gallon. I don't remember the last time I saw gas this cheap ... it was probably before the Iraq war.
After filling up my tank I remember to stop by the grocery store to pick up a few things. I also remembered that Dr. Rx was working at the grocery store and sort of debated whether I should go.
[backstory]
This past Friday: I was checking in player for the tournament when Dr. Rx entered, and he was not alone. He was a young guy from Europe who was a fellow coworker, but why was he there? You know that feeling in your stomach when you are on a rollercoaster that just went down the first drop? That is what I was feeling. But I had to play it cool so I put on a guise of happiness to hide my true feelings. It turns out that his coworker was straight(?), which was a relief, but I still felt awkward. I wanted to talk to him, but I wanted to give him space; I wanted him to talk to me, but not feel obligated. It was one of those weird moments. I think we brief spoke before I was called away and left shortly there after.
Saturday: blur
Sunday: At the banquet I was once again busy helping setting up my computer to take credit card for our raffle and silent auction. I was drumming up customers when Dr. Rx walked in. He was wearing an apricot button-down, snug blue jeans, and leather boots (which I gathered may have been the Doc Martins he purchased a month prior). Needless to say he looking good. I rarely see him in street clothes that I forget that he has other clothing besides his ratty tennis clothes.
He stopped by the raffle table and we began our banter. He bought $40 worth of tickets (which I hope it was due to me being there) I told him for that price he could have the special. We had this thing were if you purchase $25 in tickets you could do the "Inseam Special." This is were you pick a person and you "measure" the inseam with the tickets (up and down) and receive them. The goal is to find the tallest person, OR if you are interested in someone this could serve as the perfect opportunity to meet. I contemplating offering my inseam but chickened out and pointed to the tallest person in the vicinity. He laughed decided that wasn't an option he wanted. He left the table to mingle and I found myself staring at him the entire time he was away.
The banquet officially started and I was looking to find a seat at one of the reserved tables. Dr. Rx was there with at one of the tables with an open seat next to him. As much as I wanted to take it, I didn't because I didn't want to ambush him. We had dinner and the raffle began. He ended up winning twice and receiving a mountain of prizes. At the end of the night he took his haul and left. I was busy processing people for the auction that we didn't see each other. When I got home I sent him a text message:
Back to yesterday: I went to the grocery store, got the items that I needed and shamelessly went to his section of the store. He was in the process of filling prescriptions so he didn't see me. I try to place myself in position to be better spotted. Trying to look nonchalant I was looking on eye drops because: a) the were right in from on his counter. b) my eye were red as hell from the lack of sleep and possibly an allergic reaction from the outdoors..
I felt silly parading myself hoping to get noticed, so I left. I feel like I am in pergatory because our relationship is not black and white but shades of grey. He doesn't know it, but I see from the corner of my eye how he longingly looks at me. His interest has been expressed but he is vowing not to get involved with anyone. I am trying to talk him into entering the Houston tournament in November. If he does go, I think I will just make a power play for him.
So because of all of this I am a bit blah today. Conveniently, the grey skies and the rain matches my mood perfectly.
I had to get gas, so I head to my favorite gas station on Wycliff Ave. and Lemon Ave. Do you please gas is so cheap now? It was $2.02 as of yesterday. It may actually get down to below $2 per gallon. I don't remember the last time I saw gas this cheap ... it was probably before the Iraq war.
After filling up my tank I remember to stop by the grocery store to pick up a few things. I also remembered that Dr. Rx was working at the grocery store and sort of debated whether I should go.
[backstory]
This past Friday: I was checking in player for the tournament when Dr. Rx entered, and he was not alone. He was a young guy from Europe who was a fellow coworker, but why was he there? You know that feeling in your stomach when you are on a rollercoaster that just went down the first drop? That is what I was feeling. But I had to play it cool so I put on a guise of happiness to hide my true feelings. It turns out that his coworker was straight(?), which was a relief, but I still felt awkward. I wanted to talk to him, but I wanted to give him space; I wanted him to talk to me, but not feel obligated. It was one of those weird moments. I think we brief spoke before I was called away and left shortly there after.
Saturday: blur
Sunday: At the banquet I was once again busy helping setting up my computer to take credit card for our raffle and silent auction. I was drumming up customers when Dr. Rx walked in. He was wearing an apricot button-down, snug blue jeans, and leather boots (which I gathered may have been the Doc Martins he purchased a month prior). Needless to say he looking good. I rarely see him in street clothes that I forget that he has other clothing besides his ratty tennis clothes.
He stopped by the raffle table and we began our banter. He bought $40 worth of tickets (which I hope it was due to me being there) I told him for that price he could have the special. We had this thing were if you purchase $25 in tickets you could do the "Inseam Special." This is were you pick a person and you "measure" the inseam with the tickets (up and down) and receive them. The goal is to find the tallest person, OR if you are interested in someone this could serve as the perfect opportunity to meet. I contemplating offering my inseam but chickened out and pointed to the tallest person in the vicinity. He laughed decided that wasn't an option he wanted. He left the table to mingle and I found myself staring at him the entire time he was away.
The banquet officially started and I was looking to find a seat at one of the reserved tables. Dr. Rx was there with at one of the tables with an open seat next to him. As much as I wanted to take it, I didn't because I didn't want to ambush him. We had dinner and the raffle began. He ended up winning twice and receiving a mountain of prizes. At the end of the night he took his haul and left. I was busy processing people for the auction that we didn't see each other. When I got home I sent him a text message:
Did you have trouble loading your haul in your car? You play the lottery tomorrow, Mr. Luck!
Back to yesterday: I went to the grocery store, got the items that I needed and shamelessly went to his section of the store. He was in the process of filling prescriptions so he didn't see me. I try to place myself in position to be better spotted. Trying to look nonchalant I was looking on eye drops because: a) the were right in from on his counter. b) my eye were red as hell from the lack of sleep and possibly an allergic reaction from the outdoors..
I felt silly parading myself hoping to get noticed, so I left. I feel like I am in pergatory because our relationship is not black and white but shades of grey. He doesn't know it, but I see from the corner of my eye how he longingly looks at me. His interest has been expressed but he is vowing not to get involved with anyone. I am trying to talk him into entering the Houston tournament in November. If he does go, I think I will just make a power play for him.
So because of all of this I am a bit blah today. Conveniently, the grey skies and the rain matches my mood perfectly.
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