When I Close my Eyes, I see DDR Arrows Floating Up

After I got divorced, I had to find something to throw my pent-up anger at. I found Dance Dance Revolution USA at a Golfland and at the recently constructed Dave and Buster’s in Milpitas. I would play every day, and I noticed that since it’s a really active game, I started losing weight. Not a lot, but enough to make me notice that hey… I was a little thinner. Subtle, but still. It gave me hope. I could lose weight while doing something fun. And even though afterward my legs feel like jelly, I keep going back for more. Now recently I’ve only been going like once in a blue moon.

Taking Sylvian’s advice, since she’s a masochistic gymnast (mmm.. stretchy!), I went back to the arcade for an hour of DDR, following a rather frustrating hour at work. After school today, I had a meeting with my manager, and all I can say is that the result of it just left me feeling vague and ambiguous. I took on a new project, and I want to learn all that I can about it so that I can do a good job. The answers given me were just not specific enough. Suffice to say, it left me feeling kind of stupid and stressed. As for stress, I love stress, but not stress caused by stupidity. I love stress when there’s a problem that needs solving and my adrenal glands inject my brain with goodness to solve it. I love that rush.

Being blah and not-so-great about my job, I decided to go play more DDR. As it turns out, there’s a 4th mix plus machine really close to my house, so there I went. I flirted with the cute attendant and played to my heart’s content. Yes, L, I used that eye trick you taught me. Uh, it wasn’t well received. Then again, I was kind of sweaty and disgusting at the time, so I don’t blame her for looking at me as though I were something she scraped off her shoe. Yay me! Ugh.

I think an hour of DDR a day at 1pm sharp is a good way to unwind. I’m going to try and keep to that schedule.

In other news, I’m still trying to sort out my feelings from yesterday. Some new discoveries today have led to more fear, so whatever. I did make a new friend today, though. She’s someone who’s very cool and fun to talk to. She knows who she is, so she’ll make herself known when she’s ready.

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    • wanderingfool on April 30, 2002 at 09:06

    So what’s this “eye trick?” 🙂

    • jetblack on April 30, 2002 at 09:09

    I’d impart it, but I think I did it wrong. I think you look her up and down once, to let her know you find her attractive. But I mean, imagine this, if you will. Large Hispanic male, just nearly caused himself a heart attack playing Young Forever on Trick mode doubled, and he’s doing the once-over thing. *laugh* My life is both comedy and tragedy 😉

    • barbles on April 30, 2002 at 10:33


    • saebel on April 30, 2002 at 12:57

    I don’t know of a time when that sort of eye trick would work in the first place. Most times when a guy gives me the once over in that vertical manner, my first instinct is to punch him in the face. If not the nuts. Whatever little he may have.

    [I really ought to upload a “bitch picture” for my angrier commentaries :)]

    Anyway, Rel – if you’re trying to pick up some pointers from Cochrane, I think you’re looking in the wrong place. *duck!*

    (Stretchy indeed. Hmph.)

    • jetblack on April 30, 2002 at 14:36

    This is one of those moments where my heart leaps at the sheer attractiveness that Sylvian portrays in little notes like these. It’s a wonder we men restrain ourselves admirably in her presence…

    — ZC

    • saebel on April 30, 2002 at 19:21

    I applaud you on your sarcasm, dear Cochrane. 🙂

    However, you have lost brownie points. 😉


    • jetblack on May 1, 2002 at 03:41

    I think as long as I excel in sarcasm and wit, I could stand to lose a few brownie points. After all, I was never a Girl Scout to begin with anyway 😉

    — ZC

    • wanderingfool on May 1, 2002 at 05:41

    Ahh, the “once over.” I seriously doubt I could ever bring myself to use it, unless it was done in jest with someone I knew would see it as such (or couldn’t run as fast as I can. I’m not much of an athelete but I can step right up when properly motivated, such as trying to avoid a knee to the “area.”)

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