dumb dumb dumb
Oh, I do dumb things sometimes.
Okay, so I did a dumb thing once.
Ha.
I think I will have to stick with my original statement.
Like the time I was really sad and afraid of the night, afraid of the quiet, afraid of my thoughts, and decided it would be a good idea to take a tylenol pm. Well okay, I took a tylenol pm four times. And everyone was all, Is that a good idea? Are you gonna be okay? Blah blah blah we care we care we care while I was all, Blah blah blah I wanna sleep wanna sleep wanna sleeeeeeeeep.
I mean, it’s not like I took five or anything.
And then my friend Christian came over to talk some sense into my sad little brain and by the end of our talk I was really feeling the effects of my decision concerning the dosage of the tylenol pm and abruptly announced that I was either going to have to sit down or throw up.
To which he responded, Well then sit down!!!
And I guess that’s why he’s a good counselor; he regularly gives sound advice like that.
But I did one even better than that. I went to bed and proceeded to sleep like the dead, waking up about thirteen hours later feeling like Rumpelstiltskin rising out of bed with that niggling thought that you are probably late for something.
But yeah, that was kind of dumb. And for the record, I highly agree with the sentiment expressed in hugs not drugs. And also for the record, I think hugs can be kind of weird. Like a slow dance without the music. Especially when they’re lingering and you’d rather have moved on to the next stage of societal expectations, thank you.
But some hugs.
They can be really sweet.
I will say that.
Now onto my next dumb thing I’ve done.
Today, in fact.
There was a man who looked Russian nearby, so we had that in common, I guess. The looking Russian part, not the man part. Ew. Man part. Okay, moving on. But, in a thick accent, he told me that I have a beautiful body.
I know, creepy alert number one.
So I thanked him and then he asked me if I am a model.
So I said no, that I’m a dancer.
Professional? he asked. Yes, I answered.
And then he told me that he has lots of jobs available for dancers and asked me for my card. And I know, Jason, I need to get a card. But I told him I didn’t have one, so I could give him my email address.
And then he offered the option of me giving him my number.
And yes, probably another creepy alert.
And remember how I sometimes do dumb things? Well case in point: I did it. I gave him my number. But (deep breath)
Idon’teverhavetotalktohimbecauseIdon’thavetoanswermyphoneifhecalls
andnowthatIthinkaboutitIdon’tthinkhisjobsareevenlegitimate.
But I admit, it was a dumb thing to do.
Here’s to tomorrow; a blank slate.
Here’s to better choices and all that.
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Jess…”Professional Dancer”????? Nice one.
Definitely avoid that phone call!
Oh my gosh. I really had never thought that he was referring to THAT kind of dancer…I promise. I never would have given him my number if I had thought he was thinking that. Ohhhhhh shoot.
Oh Christian, of course you’re the one who thought of that interpretation, hahah!
Jason – you know I just barely beat you to it!
Not guilty!
Okay, F.S. here with a vocabulary quandary. Please see quoted sentence:
“Rumpelstiltskin rising out of bed with that niggling thought…”
niggling? is that a racial slur…?
I totally agree with Christian because obviously that guy did not have any openings at his ballet company or anything even close to as credible as that!!! “You have a beautiful body????” Wow! Something else that makes me laugh in this post is “There was a man who looked Russian nearby…” Sounds like he was wandering around outside : ) Which of course would make him even creepier. I’m assuming though that this interaction happened at the gym which is the easiest place to imagine someone saying that. Sigh…that made for a good laugh this morning Jess. Oh yeah and if you do talk to him can you see if he has openings for a retired “dancer” ; )
haha glad I could supply you with this laugh, Christine! And in my defense, it was not outside nor was it in the gym, but it was in the lobby of the building where there are tons of auditions, so I thought that there could be some potential that he does do something legitimate…Yeah, but on second thought, probably not.
And I will totally see if he has openings for you, Christine. I know you’ve been looking for something with flexible hours and that pays well. And hey, it’d be a blast to dance with you again.
Well, F.S., glad you could stop your prowling around Landenberg long enough to comment on my blog. Although I must admit I didn’t peg you for someone who was either concerned about vocabulary or civil rights. Good to see both are important to you. But onto your question: I did hesitate when the word ‘niggling’ first entered my mind. Thought it would be guitly by association, just cause it sounds like something else, if you know what I mean. But I checked it on the world wide Internet and turns out it does mean ‘something that demands your attention’ so….rest you can go back to your prowling and despicable ways in peace, dear F.S.
Well, that makes a little more sense that this was at a place where there are auditions being held…although I wouldn’t put it past someone to say that to you at the gym : )
creepy people at the gym. I wouldn’t put it past them either…:)
LOL man part. Glad you don’t have a man part.
ewwwwww me too!!
BOO, tylenol p.m. is only for 15 hour flights to TOKYO! LOL!
was that ONLY 15??? It felt like 100!!! And yes, I was passing out the tylenol pm like candy!!
I’m with Christian, the first thing I thought was ‘professional’ dancer. I hope he leaves you alone! We all have our moments…
apparently I need to realize what ‘professional dancer’ sounds like sometimes…
Yeah, you may want to add the word “Broadway” somewhere in with that one.
I would have thought that wherever it was that you took dance classes or got your degree would have had a required course like “How to recognize and brush off creepy guys with vague promises of employment.” And isn’t a man part what you have in a man’s haircut?
Thanks for the chuckle.
Now, in both legitimate and…. illegitimate dancing, don’t people talk about “beautiful bodies” alot. I mean, I think it’s a fair mistake to make. And him being Russian and all, I would have thought he was Mikhail Barishnakof’s cousin or something….
Wow, I do not know how to spell that name.
Hahahaha, Jase–no, you really can’t spell Baryshnokav!!!!
Although that’s closer, but i’m not positive it’s perfect either, to be honest…
Baryshnikov
Barrishknockoff
Haha knockoff is right.
I am DYING. You are so cute. Yes, please don’t answer that phone call, kay?
noted…!!!