Sedgwick County Zoo
This post might also be termed 'dating sucks.' i shouldn't, of course, call it dating, as New Guy and i decided to be just friends after the Adoption Insult Fiasco (hereafter, "the incident"). i have to be careful about comparing new guys to Jeff. But in this instance i have to say that Jeff really did set a high bar. He accepted and embraced not only my love of Emily but also Emily herself.
Argue all you want for New Guy - he didn't know, he was just trying to be funny, the incident was a sincere mistake - a relationship is just not going to happen there. Which is for the best anyway: he was wanting more than i was, and that's just not fair to him.
So, we made plans to go to the zoo. Two friends who both love animals, and a nice walk. i had never been to the Sedgwick County Zoo before, and was excited to see it. But when i arrived at his place to meet up with him, he had laundry for me to do. Oh, and trash to take out. What?!?? i know that i'm bent toward more... traditional... relationships. But we're not in one, and this guy spent several weeks trying to convince me that i was wrong about that. So... why the chores, Mister?
i let it go and focused on enjoying the day. But between sung choruses of "zoo, zoo, zoo, I love the zoo," were random bits of advice on playing a good game of Zoo Tycoon®. (This from a guy who's been trying to convince me for months that the fact that he's two years younger isn't worth worrying about.)
In the evening we met up with a group of mutual friends for supper. And this supremely hot guy with a goatee and a killer smile walks in, sits down, and we have the best conversation about Bob Marley/Jimi Hendrix. He's a music geek, but not an Elvis fan. (Strike one, but i'm thinking he's hot enough to get one pass.) Two hours in, the crowd's thinning out... i'm starting to imagine an enchanted evening where we sit here until two in the morning just talking and losing track of time... then we wander into the parking lot and it's cold so he gives me his coat... then it ends with this tentative kiss that promises secret nights of ecstacy... and he drops the W bomb. No, he didn't vote for George Bush. "My wife and I love to camp...." i have a feeling that that's going to start happening to me more and more often as i enter my thirties.
Ugh. i repeat. Pointedly... dating sucks.
Anyway, here are the best pics from the zoo.
Two bar-headed geese sleeping together
Ruddy Shelduck
Demoiselle crane
Red river hogs fighting
Argue all you want for New Guy - he didn't know, he was just trying to be funny, the incident was a sincere mistake - a relationship is just not going to happen there. Which is for the best anyway: he was wanting more than i was, and that's just not fair to him.
So, we made plans to go to the zoo. Two friends who both love animals, and a nice walk. i had never been to the Sedgwick County Zoo before, and was excited to see it. But when i arrived at his place to meet up with him, he had laundry for me to do. Oh, and trash to take out. What?!?? i know that i'm bent toward more... traditional... relationships. But we're not in one, and this guy spent several weeks trying to convince me that i was wrong about that. So... why the chores, Mister?
i let it go and focused on enjoying the day. But between sung choruses of "zoo, zoo, zoo, I love the zoo," were random bits of advice on playing a good game of Zoo Tycoon®. (This from a guy who's been trying to convince me for months that the fact that he's two years younger isn't worth worrying about.)
In the evening we met up with a group of mutual friends for supper. And this supremely hot guy with a goatee and a killer smile walks in, sits down, and we have the best conversation about Bob Marley/Jimi Hendrix. He's a music geek, but not an Elvis fan. (Strike one, but i'm thinking he's hot enough to get one pass.) Two hours in, the crowd's thinning out... i'm starting to imagine an enchanted evening where we sit here until two in the morning just talking and losing track of time... then we wander into the parking lot and it's cold so he gives me his coat... then it ends with this tentative kiss that promises secret nights of ecstacy... and he drops the W bomb. No, he didn't vote for George Bush. "My wife and I love to camp...." i have a feeling that that's going to start happening to me more and more often as i enter my thirties.
Ugh. i repeat. Pointedly... dating sucks.
Anyway, here are the best pics from the zoo.
Two bar-headed geese sleeping together
Ruddy Shelduck
Demoiselle crane
Red river hogs fightingP.s. - i'll make a deal with you... i'll promise to post before and after pictures at the 50-pound mark, if you guys stop asking every time i drop five. :) Seriously, though, especially with a big old SLR, it's difficult to take a good self-portrait, and i feel like a dork asking people to take them of me. So, i'll take one at 50 and another at my goal, if that sounds ok with you. i already have my "before" picked out... the photo that inspired the change!
P.p.s - Your support has meant a lot to me and kept me from more than a few pieces of birthday cake over the last few months. Thanks heaps, guys!
P.p.s - Your support has meant a lot to me and kept me from more than a few pieces of birthday cake over the last few months. Thanks heaps, guys!
posted by ellie at 16:04
2 Comments:
You know, we aren't a patient bunch..... but you are right about trying to get a good self portrait.
And um, that guy? So not cool about the wife thing. Unless they are already divorced.
And what was up about the chores? Also not cool.
Sigh.
50 pounds! That's amazing! You go for it!
i know... i have the before pic that made it all happen. since last july i've lost 35 and i'm done with that... but it's weird if you do see yourself in a recent pic... you're like... who's that? that happened to me at polly's birthday party. :)great job and keep up the good work!
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