My Life: Your Entertainment
I sat at my desk watching the Michael Jackson/Dr. Conrad Murray trial on TMZ. Getting off work couldn’t come fast enough because my friend was in town and we were meeting at the Bohemian Hotel for happy hour. It had been about three months since I saw him and one thing I can count on him to do is give me conversations that will leave me questioning my views and opinions.
I walked into the gym early Saturday morning thinking it wouldn’t be many people working out on an early Saturday morning, but I was wrong. It was a full house of toned up people or at least at that moment everybody looked to be in tip top shape to me. A black guy built like Orlando Magic’s Dwight Howard approached me and said, “May I help you?” I said, “Yeah, I need to work out.” He said, “I can help you with that. Is this is your first time here?” I said, “Yeah and it’s my first time working out in like forever.” He said, “What made you come in?” I said, “I use to be about 95% happy with my body…now I’m at 60% so I need to get this right.” He said, “Oh, you want to look like me?” I laughed and said, “Ummm negative! I’m not trying to be built like an action figure.” He laughed and said, “What you mean?” I said, “Action figures are always extra muscular up top and have small legs…NO GO!” He laughed and said, “Not Superman or Batman.” I said, “Umm The Incredible Hulk and the daddy from The Incredibles.” He busted into laughter.
I was standing in the mirror putting the last touches on my hair and makeup. I still hadn’t decided what I wanted to wear that night, but I think I was going to finally wear my tan off the shoulder dress I bought a couple months ago. I put the dress on and I felt like a pig in a blanket. I looked in the mirror and said to myself, “When did this happen?” I took the dress off and put on my red dress and I felt like a pig in a red blanket. I vetoed everything in my closet because I didn’t feel comfortable in anything. So I called Tee and told her I wouldn’t be able to come out.
Instead of watching Sunday football at my house I decided to go to the Ale House to catch a couple quarters of the game. Basketball is my favorite sport to watch, but after seeing all the people crowded around the TVs and high fiving each other after their team made a good play I remembered why I liked football season.
The first time I learned about fight or flight had to be in my middle school biology class. My teacher at the time said fight or flight is when we perceive a significant threat to us, and then our bodies get ready to either fight to the death or a desperate flight from certain defeat by a clearly superior adversary. It occurred to me during a conversation with my mother that fight or flight exists in relationships too.
I just realized I have 100 posts. That is crazy seeing as though I feel like I just started blogging yesterday. So, in honor of these 100 posts I decided to update you guys on some of the people in my blog. So here goes…
“I’m still waiting for your text” said The International Player’s nephew when he called me a couple of days after our initial meeting. I said, “Oh, yeah I forgot.” I didn’t forget I just wanted him to call or text me to invite me again. I said, “When do you go back to Arizona?” He said, “In two days.” I said, “Oh okay.” He said, “So that means you should come to dinner with me tonight.” I said, “Yeah, that’s cool.”
I received a text that said, “Ebony?” I looked at the area code and it was unfamiliar. I usually don’t answer blocked or unknown numbers, but I didn’t know anybody with an Arizona area code so I was curious. I replied, “Who is this?” The reply read, “The International Player’s nephew. He told me about you and gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind.” I replied, “Well, it would be too late if I did. Your uncle did mention you would be visiting the area when I ran into him at Target.”
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