Yesterday

I feel like I was crushed yesterday between the tense sandwich boards of ALCS playoffs Game 6 the night before and ALCS playoffs Game 7 last night. No wonder my back is out – the kind where the trapezius muscles feel like you have a tight guitar string stitched between your shoulder blades and someone has plucked it. It was a little tight yesterday morning, but in the afternoon when I went to grab something off the top shelf in the pantry my iron came crashing down so I had to back away fast to avoid having it fall on my foot. Saved my foot, but I clenched those back muscles and I’m still trying to get them unclenched. Of course after that I still had to finish getting ready for a blind date down in Providence at 5:00.

I knew where the place was – an Italian restaurant on Federal Hill – since I’d driven by it many times before. But my date had, earlier in the day, left a helpful message on my answering machine with extensive directions and the website address, a similar message on my cell phone, and two emails to the same effect. When my cell phone rang as I was driving down around 4:30 I had a pretty good idea who it was; he offered directions again but I assured him I really did know where the place was.

I got to the restaurant just about on time and there was one guy sitting alone but he looked past me and anyway he didn’t look like the vague photo I had of my date. Three waiter/host types were all over me asking me was I looking for someone and did I see this person and they didn’t have anyone waiting that they knew of, so I told them I was going outside to use my cell phone. I was just outside the restaurant, standing next to an impossibly handsome young waiter with dark skin and blue-blue eyes, when I looked down the busy street to see a gray-haired man in a rumpled gray suit roller-blading up from downtown.

I want to be careful because you never know when someone’s going to find your blog. I don’t have anything bad to say about him, he was a nice man and we talked about Spain and Spanish and he recited for me a poem he memorized in college that was in old Spanish. He’s an environmental lawyer and doing good work. He gave me a Kerry-Edwards bumper sticker. When he walked me to my car he said he realized he was probably too short for me, which is funny because his height is listed exactly the same as mine on his profile. Of course I’ve learned to assume a couple inches or so shorter than they say. Were there great chemistry it wouldn’t matter. I never told him that his date the night before, by coincidence, was with my friend L, though when I asked him if he’d watched the game the night before and he said he’d listened to it on his car radio because he was out I thought, Oh of course!

I’ve been exchanging emails with someone else, and I also asked my housemate K to find out the scoop on her friend/classmate K’s SWM housemate who I met the other night (though I declined on her offer to pass a note along, “Guess who likes you!” slipped under their desks). But this Saturday, barring bad weather or back spasms, I am going up to the Keene Pumpkin Festival to meet Lorianne and Kathleen! Lorianne says the plan is to ogle hunky men, so how could I resist?

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