thank your mom for me,” Saffron says, looking as stuffed as I
feel.
“I will.” I smile at
her appreciation.
We sit in silence for a
short time, allowing our bodies to recover. I so badly want to sleep, but I
fight it.
We go on to discuss our
Halloween costumes for the club opening night next month. We also chat about a
girlie camping trip we’ve planned for early October, a weekend thing. Saffron
is a perfect addition to this new stage in my life and, despite a certain
someone, I foresee a strong bond forming between Saffron, Su and me. And,
attractions aside, the guys are great, too, all four of them.
“Su, you won’t be there on
Tuesday when Callie takes photos of Adam and Joe?” Saffron says.
“No, it sucks, but I have to
go out with my parents, some family dinner with my mom’s sister. I’d love to
see them in action, are they good?”
“They’re freaking awesome.”
“I can’t wait to see the
pictures.” Su gazes at me, thoughtfully, and then switches her attention back
to Saffron. “I noticed Joe, Dane and Gerard are popular boys. What’s the deal
with them?” This is unexpected, interesting, but unexpected. Have I ever told
you how much I love my best friend?
“Girl, don’t get me started.
I’m always on their backs about it, especially my brother’s.” She folds her
arms, looking all motherly and responsible.
“Why don’t they have
girlfriends? They all seem like good catches,” Su says.
“None of them want
commitment. They each have different motivations, but they’re no different when
it comes to women and sex – they all like a lot of both. It’s ridiculous,
really, they make each other worse, I’m sure.”
“They’re nothing like Adam
then?” Su says.
Saffron shakes her head, no,
and I have my answer.
Joe doesn’t want commitment.
He does like a lot of women
and sex.
This should put things into
perspective, but I’m now more confused than I was before. I love Nick and I’m
happy with him, yet I’m deeply bothered by this new information.
Why can’t I just not give a
damn?
****
I walk through the center doors to find Joe, Adam and
Saffron sitting in the middle of the room, on the floor, which is covered in
large gray mats. The three of them look my way at the same time. “Hi, sorry I’m
late, guys, I got caught in traffic.”
“That’s okay, you’re only
ten minutes late,” Saffron says, padding toward me. Joe and Adam remain seated
with their legs crossed. They’re dressed in the same white suits with black
belts that they were wearing in the picture at BlackArt.
I did some Jujutsu research,
after we agreed on tonight, to prepare myself and get an idea of what I want to
make a point of capturing. I also want to leave some of it to chance and grab
the moment. Some of my best photos have been the unplanned ones, snatched
opportunities.
I’m excited by this, and
Jujutsu is an obvious art, but it’s still fighting. Strikes and throws and all
kinds of moves I imagine would hurt a whole lot. I’m hoping Joe and Adam won’t
actually inflict pain on each other.
I also looked up the
etiquette, so I know the mats they’re sitting on are called tatami and
once they’re put down the room becomes a dojo , and
not the gymnastics hall it usually is. The place should be respected the way
you would respect someone’s home and I should not walk onto the tatami with my shoes on. I felt too uncertain to bow when I came in, but I assumed as
I wasn’t barefoot and I’m not participating it may be okay. I hope it was okay.
In keeping with my mark of
respect for the dojo , I toe-off my tennis shoes, and pull off my socks,
before heading over to Joe and Adam. They smiled at that, I figure I did the
right thing. Shit. I just remembered reading that I should ask for permission
to walk on the mats. It’s too late now, and they don’t seem offended. How
literally am I to take the rules as a non-participant? I’m not sure and
thinking about it so much is
feel.
“I will.” I smile at
her appreciation.
We sit in silence for a
short time, allowing our bodies to recover. I so badly want to sleep, but I
fight it.
We go on to discuss our
Halloween costumes for the club opening night next month. We also chat about a
girlie camping trip we’ve planned for early October, a weekend thing. Saffron
is a perfect addition to this new stage in my life and, despite a certain
someone, I foresee a strong bond forming between Saffron, Su and me. And,
attractions aside, the guys are great, too, all four of them.
“Su, you won’t be there on
Tuesday when Callie takes photos of Adam and Joe?” Saffron says.
“No, it sucks, but I have to
go out with my parents, some family dinner with my mom’s sister. I’d love to
see them in action, are they good?”
“They’re freaking awesome.”
“I can’t wait to see the
pictures.” Su gazes at me, thoughtfully, and then switches her attention back
to Saffron. “I noticed Joe, Dane and Gerard are popular boys. What’s the deal
with them?” This is unexpected, interesting, but unexpected. Have I ever told
you how much I love my best friend?
“Girl, don’t get me started.
I’m always on their backs about it, especially my brother’s.” She folds her
arms, looking all motherly and responsible.
“Why don’t they have
girlfriends? They all seem like good catches,” Su says.
“None of them want
commitment. They each have different motivations, but they’re no different when
it comes to women and sex – they all like a lot of both. It’s ridiculous,
really, they make each other worse, I’m sure.”
“They’re nothing like Adam
then?” Su says.
Saffron shakes her head, no,
and I have my answer.
Joe doesn’t want commitment.
He does like a lot of women
and sex.
This should put things into
perspective, but I’m now more confused than I was before. I love Nick and I’m
happy with him, yet I’m deeply bothered by this new information.
Why can’t I just not give a
damn?
****
I walk through the center doors to find Joe, Adam and
Saffron sitting in the middle of the room, on the floor, which is covered in
large gray mats. The three of them look my way at the same time. “Hi, sorry I’m
late, guys, I got caught in traffic.”
“That’s okay, you’re only
ten minutes late,” Saffron says, padding toward me. Joe and Adam remain seated
with their legs crossed. They’re dressed in the same white suits with black
belts that they were wearing in the picture at BlackArt.
I did some Jujutsu research,
after we agreed on tonight, to prepare myself and get an idea of what I want to
make a point of capturing. I also want to leave some of it to chance and grab
the moment. Some of my best photos have been the unplanned ones, snatched
opportunities.
I’m excited by this, and
Jujutsu is an obvious art, but it’s still fighting. Strikes and throws and all
kinds of moves I imagine would hurt a whole lot. I’m hoping Joe and Adam won’t
actually inflict pain on each other.
I also looked up the
etiquette, so I know the mats they’re sitting on are called tatami and
once they’re put down the room becomes a dojo , and
not the gymnastics hall it usually is. The place should be respected the way
you would respect someone’s home and I should not walk onto the tatami with my shoes on. I felt too uncertain to bow when I came in, but I assumed as
I wasn’t barefoot and I’m not participating it may be okay. I hope it was okay.
In keeping with my mark of
respect for the dojo , I toe-off my tennis shoes, and pull off my socks,
before heading over to Joe and Adam. They smiled at that, I figure I did the
right thing. Shit. I just remembered reading that I should ask for permission
to walk on the mats. It’s too late now, and they don’t seem offended. How
literally am I to take the rules as a non-participant? I’m not sure and
thinking about it so much is
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