I don't want to be a member of a club that wouldn't have me.

This email exchange took place today.

Erin: I noticed the kickball sign ups are posted on CSL's website for spring, and it got me thinking about our team. I think we're going to need to split into two teams based on more people who want to play. I don't think it's realistic to have one giant team with everyone being happy about playing time. Since you're the person who knows the most people on the team personally (the social glue, if you will), I thought you'd be the best person to contact. I didn't want to wait and leave anyone hanging with no time to form a team.
Ann: I wasn’t aware we had more people that wanted to play, unless you are referencing the posting on the YP sharepoint site. I think we would be fine with the group from last year playing again, and then any new people forming a new team. The only barrier is they would need someone to step up and be captain and take care of the fee.
Erin: The additional people aren't Kroger YP members. We want to be more competitive, and make our team less about Kroger since those who aren't Kroger employees don't enjoy it as much. I'll be entering a separate team. No hard feelings I hope.
Ann: Just let me know what team I'm on!
Erin: I thought you'd make a good captain of the new team. Again, I really hope there aren't any hard feelings!
Ann: No thanks. I don’t want to be captain. I just want to pay my money and play. I’m in charge of too many things as it is, and I don’t relish taking on anything else. Why didn’t you just start the email off with, “Hey, Ann, we’re kicking you off the team. No hard feelings.” Then I wouldn’t have been confused.
Erin: It's not my intention to kick you off the team. There's an obvious difference between the people who want to compete and the people who want to socialize. I honestly think both groups would enjoy kickball more if we had separate teams. Maybe Dawn, Allison or Phil would be interested in leading the team. Regardless, I just want everyone to enjoy playing.
Ann: hey, what is going on with kickball? I am seriously confused.
Erin: Sorry, not trying to confuse you. I just want to form a more competitive team.
Ann: And I'm not competitive? I'm just wondering what prompted this, and why you think I'm just there to socialize?
Erin: I really don't mean it to be anything personal. when I say competitive, I mean I want to win. and I have some other friends who want to play that will give us a better chance to win.
Ann: How can I not take it personal? I didn't think I was a terrible player.
Erin: You were probably our most improved player by far, and you weren't bad. But there are always people who are better.
Ann: I've played with you guys for 3 years, i appreciate the explanation. Good luck.
Erin: Thanks, Ann. You too.

What the fuck? It's adults playing kickball!  It's a beer league, designed for maximum socializing with other young professionals! The best team gets the same prize as the worst team- beer tickets after every game, and a free t-shirt.

She couldn't mention this in person when we hung out on New Year's Eve? Or called me?

I've already set it in motion to join an opposing team and kick the shit out of my former teammates.

Update?

Marty and I are still going strong, so no more interesting dating travails to post on here. What should I talk about now?

First Arguement- RESOLVED!! :)

Marty and I are still going strong. We had our first arguement Thursday night, but once I stopped perpetuating it via text, and we were able to talk in person, it was resolved. The subject isn't important, but I'm sure we'll argue about it again. I am confident that we will work it out, and I feel free enough to argue with him and know our relationship is still solid. It's a good feeling.

You just know

I've always hated the platitudes people would tell me in a relationship. I felt they were trite and insincere, even when they had my best interests at heart.

"It'll happen for you when you least expect it."
"You're a wonderful person, and someday someone will realize that."
"I can't explain what love is, you just know."

You get the jist. Ok, I'll be the first to admit that I was wrong and they were right. It does happen when you least expect it, and you do just know.

I know it seems fast, considering we've only been dating for two months, but this is it for me and he feels the same way. It's like we were just waiting for each other to compliment. And he does make me a priority, and I do the same for him. I apologize if this post is mushy, and my statuses on Facebook have been less than hilarious lately, but I can only write what I feel.

I was happy before, there is no doubt about that. I loved my life and the people in it, but that happiness is nothing compared to how I feel now. Well, it's official now, I've posted it on the interwebs. :)

No association, really!

Why is it the first question people ask about Marty is "does he work for Kroger?" It's like they assume I don't get outside that circle and all of my acquaintances live and work for Kroger. I know other people too, I swear! There's all the guys from Ultimate, and the volunteers with Give Back Cincinnati. Plus, I know people from kickball too (although most are through Kroger). Surprisingly, Marty falls into none of these categories. I actually did not know him at all before we were introduced. And I know everyone in Cincinnati, or so I've been told. Even Marty has noticed I see someone I know everywhere we go. Oh well, what can I say? I'm popular! :D

Something else going on with my life

I'm finally finished moving. Spent 5 hours with Marty yesterday cleaning the old place, and turned in the keys. I may not be done unpacking, but everything I own is in my new apartment downtown, 4 blocks from work. And the best part is I'm now 15 minutes from Marty's place instead of 45. Also, there's always a parking space in front of my building, so if I come back late, I don't have to park in the garage 3 blocks away and walk through a sketchy area, I just have to walk across the street. If my car gets hurt, oh well, that's what insurance is for. I love my new place, and once I finally get my computer up and working, I may actually post pictures of it and of the many adventures I've had since February, which is the last time I did post any photos.

Now I just need to find my full memory card . . .

Boys are my favorite subject

I was looking over old posts, and I saw I never gave closure to a few items.  Obviously, I ended things with the musician.  We were never on the same page, and he is a lot of fun, but not the commitment type.  I'd like to think we're still friends, as I attended several of his shows this year, but I think the band broke up.  DH has a girlfriend now, and we're still friends and hang out once in a while. 

Between them and now, I dated Olu and Jason (at the same time :-/), because neither one had all the qualities I was looking for, but between them, I had a good time.  Olu was too involved in school to have enough time for me, and Jason ended up having a girlfriend that he didn't tell me about.  Nice.  I also had some single dates (Steve the cop is a memorable story for later), a lot of making out, and exchanges of numbers.  Basically, I had a hell of a good time!

In the meantime, I was ramping up my online dating, and had two guys that were very promising, Ed and Subbu.  Ed moved here from Columbus and didn't know anyone, and was painfully shy.  He liked my profile on Chemistry.com and we started emailing each other before he moved.  This continued for a month, and on the weekend that he moved, we agreed to meet for lunch and see what happened.  We ended up talking for hours, right into the dinner rush!  I dated Ed for a couple of months, and every date was full of conversation but he would never make a move on me, and it was frustrating.  I even did the typical flirty things, like brush lint off, adjust his collar, lean in close, and nothing.  We went out one last time before I left on vacation with my parents to Florida, and I thought everything was fine.  We texted a couple of times while I was gone, but I tried to connect with him again when I got back, and he wouldn't return any text or phone call.  The end.

Subbu was a different story.  He also liked my profile and we chatted for over a month.  The problem was he lives in Wooster, and I live here.  So we finally decided to meet up in Columbus.  It was an instant connection and we hung out for 10 hours!  We managed to talk every day and met up several times between that first meeting and recently.  He's a great guy and very good with massage, which he was always willing to give, but the distance was too much of an issue, and he was just starting his tenure track in Wooster.  We didn't even get to a point of discussing it because he would always pull back.  I ended it with him a little while ago.

And then I met Marty . . .