As I mentioned in the last post I finally started diving again despite my usual reluctance to do so when financial circumstance make it an even better idea. As mentioned in the last post I found some bell peppers for a stir fry.
I cruised up to the dumpster in my loud (chronic exhaust leak) little mid-life crisis import. I was disappointed to see the rear receiving door open. That means employees.
I cruised up to the dumpster in my loud (chronic exhaust leak) little mid-life crisis import. I was disappointed to see the rear receiving door open. That means employees.
My usual aplomb out of practice I decided to check and see if it was worth a possible confrontation, using the divers stand-by "Just checking for boxes..." if necessary.
As I stopped an attractive woman came careening out of the bay with an empty pallet on the forklift she was operating. I am sure she would have been attractive in say an evening gown competition as well, but what is it about a woman competently wielding a piece of equipment that is incongruently sexy? Must be the influence of those old cheesecake Rigid Tools pinups. ~shrug~
Anyway it has been a harried month of working and then moving once again the things I just moved here from our old house to my new place. I haven't had a chance to reflect much on my prospects for dating in my upcoming singleton future. I had vaguely thought about various 'passing in the street' crushes over the years, and wondering what it will be like not to have to feel disloyal to my wife to pursue those avenues of thought, not to mention the scary prospect of pursuing actual women.
I was keeping an eye in her direction as much for looks of disapproval about my trespassing a much as her aesthetic appeal. I grabbed a random box out of the dumpster and placed it as clever subliminal signal atop my car. "Hey look I'm grabbing a few boxes. I am harmless."
A heard a bit of a crash and then an "Ooops!" I look over and she is reversing course nervously looking over her shoulder to see what she had backed into. Remembering a time I had backed into the beam above a receiving door with my forks extended too high, I could help but laugh. I ambled over, sure for some reason that my story about that recollection would be topical and witty. As I related the story she seemed to be listing intently with a sparkle of humor in her smoky eyes. (Most likely it was a wary "flight or flight" attentiveness she was actually projecting as she did a risk assessment on crazy dumpster guy.
We agreed that nothing at all had happened here and the crushed rodent control 'thingy' must have just disintegrated entirely on its own.
For reasons of my need currently and historically for validation, I felt the urge to explain my presence without pretense at the dumpster. I explained, hesitantly but with a vulnerable pride that I was diving. I regaled her briefly with a couple of dive anecdotes. (Though brief is obviously not my strong suit.)
She continued her warm smile, and I felt some acceptance.
I needed that.
Not exactly a date per se, but it felt good to know that there is apparently a wide world of cuties out there that may not run screaming at my social graces.
As I stopped an attractive woman came careening out of the bay with an empty pallet on the forklift she was operating. I am sure she would have been attractive in say an evening gown competition as well, but what is it about a woman competently wielding a piece of equipment that is incongruently sexy? Must be the influence of those old cheesecake Rigid Tools pinups. ~shrug~
Anyway it has been a harried month of working and then moving once again the things I just moved here from our old house to my new place. I haven't had a chance to reflect much on my prospects for dating in my upcoming singleton future. I had vaguely thought about various 'passing in the street' crushes over the years, and wondering what it will be like not to have to feel disloyal to my wife to pursue those avenues of thought, not to mention the scary prospect of pursuing actual women.
I was keeping an eye in her direction as much for looks of disapproval about my trespassing a much as her aesthetic appeal. I grabbed a random box out of the dumpster and placed it as clever subliminal signal atop my car. "Hey look I'm grabbing a few boxes. I am harmless."
A heard a bit of a crash and then an "Ooops!" I look over and she is reversing course nervously looking over her shoulder to see what she had backed into. Remembering a time I had backed into the beam above a receiving door with my forks extended too high, I could help but laugh. I ambled over, sure for some reason that my story about that recollection would be topical and witty. As I related the story she seemed to be listing intently with a sparkle of humor in her smoky eyes. (Most likely it was a wary "flight or flight" attentiveness she was actually projecting as she did a risk assessment on crazy dumpster guy.
We agreed that nothing at all had happened here and the crushed rodent control 'thingy' must have just disintegrated entirely on its own.
For reasons of my need currently and historically for validation, I felt the urge to explain my presence without pretense at the dumpster. I explained, hesitantly but with a vulnerable pride that I was diving. I regaled her briefly with a couple of dive anecdotes. (Though brief is obviously not my strong suit.)
She continued her warm smile, and I felt some acceptance.
I needed that.
Not exactly a date per se, but it felt good to know that there is apparently a wide world of cuties out there that may not run screaming at my social graces.
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