Chrisonomicon

Monday, February 3, 2003

It snowed last night and stuck, remaining throughout the day as a gritty, white reminder that we've gotten away with such mild weather this winter. And it is winter, despite the tepid, indecisive Colorado fronts that tell me to wear sweaters in the morning and t-shirts during the day. It's all about layering but I'm getting tired of being mistaken for a bloated walrus. Swearing it's the clothes only incriminates me more, strengthening my resolve to move south someday very soon.

Dad and I went to dinner at Boulder-based Noodles & Co. , one of my only favorite/tolerated fast food restaurants and talked about dating and women (who I seem to understand better than him, surprise surprise) and how I had discussed a similar issue on dating with Cale earlier in the day about not necessarily playing hard-to-get or relinquishing yourself to games of feigned disinterest, instead focusing on simple patience, which he seemed to understand and accept. And then later discussing the need for patience, especially in relationships among older people, as I would imagine the urge fairly strong to rush that initial getting-to-know-you phase to get on with your life, to do the things you've been dreaming of doing with this fantasy person, because it seems as though time is running out. And you simply can't rush these kinds of things.

Then I went to the library, only to be greeted by a dismal selection, followed by the gym where I found a slightly-improved-but-nevertheless-equally-disheartening selection as well. Then again, life isn't always about options. I'm re-evaluating my current inventory.