11 Days 'Til Xmas

Fighting the Man, Fighting the Feeling? - No Number Attempt Whatsoever!

My dear dating enthusiasts!  Well, you've followed my posts for about fifteen days now and you are quite familiar with Mr. December, his beautiful blue eyes, his hard body, and his breathtaking smile.  You have also been made aware of my negative opinions of him as well.  So, let me tell you about today's adventure.  

You might be surprised to learn that I had decided to ask my kickboxing trainer, to lunch today.  I was prepared for him to say no, given the fact that we have an excellent rapport in the ring and it has been professional for sometime, but in the spirit of leaving no stone unturned in finding my Christmas date, I decided it couldn't hurt to see if there was any interest on his part.  He's handsome, witty, and he's definitely focused on his health, not to mention I do like the fact that he's a patient man and a good teacher.  And, he always humors me when I pull out my list of moves I'd like to learn during each session.  I admit, I have a problem with lists, but cut me some slack - I can't work on everything at once! 

I reminded myself, "When the going gets tough, the tough gets going."  I need to be clear here: I've NEVER asked a man out on a date before.  This is the level I am prepared to stoop to my friends!

Why?  Because my mother had left me six messages in the course of three days, because apparently she thinks I'll be showing up for Christmas dinner with my new fiance - Mr. December!  Did I mention I hate Eyewitness News?!  

So, there I was ready for my workout today and who the heck is standing in the ring?  You guessed it, Mr. I'm Going to Annoy You Until_?__  To make matters worse, the man who I was prepared to ask out on a date, must have been in cahoots with him.  They both set me up.  
This was how I felt: (scene from my favorite movie)

Don't get me wrong, I LOVED the opportunity to administer some serious payback in the ring, especially after last night's bowling episode at the Bowlmor.  You well know I have been itching to get Mr. December in the ring with me since my very first acquaintance with him.  I just didn't expect him to be such a willing victim and a good sport given the black eye he is most likely now sporting.  I feel bad about that because it was truly sad to mar that beautiful face.  Might I add he's also a pretty accomplished boxer?  This is surprising because at last count he has now met about eighteen of my thirty six criteria points - that's half way!  That's impressive.  I know, I know, Sadie said to dump the criteria, and I'm trying, and you said to take a closer look at Mr. December and I'm doing that, too.

Anyway, I'm red-faced in telling you that I lost our fight.  He pulled some crazy-arse submission move on me, and I had no recourse but to tap out.  Our fight felt good, rewarding and it unexpectedly release boo-ku amounts of pent up anger at him for previous insults.  That spontaneous reflex smack I gave him last night was nothing compared to the beat down he received by the sole of my foot. (tee-hee) 

Never once did he complain and he gave back as good as he received.  I'm sure of that.  I felt as though he respected me in the ring.  He didn't make chauvinistic "female concessions" and he fought me like an equal competitor - two things that right away showed me his previous sexist comments weren't such at all. (Yes, I will reconsider the 'other' distasteful things as well.)

In an alternate universe, as I explained previously to G, he and I could be quite compatible.  I had been thinking that, particularly with the memory of his lips against mine last night and then today with his entire body draped over me until I submitted to his victory.  I'd be lying to you if I didn't say I was 100 percent turned on.  Nay, 150 percent.  

So, what was the end result of our little roll on the mats?  Alex made us agree to go on a date.  That was the prize - if he won, I'd have to go to dinner with him on Thursday the 19th.  If I won, I'd never see him again apart from the FD Burn calendar events.  Needless to say Thursday, the 19th... 

What shall I wear?  What shall I do?  Can I survive it?  Is he really interested? How can he be after all that has passed between us?  He said he is honorable - I'll hold onto that - I'll believe that - for the moment, right?  Will in the end I only be rejected?  Am I willing to take this chance? Questions, questions!  I guess I'll know all of the answers that day.

Until then I have to put my focus on organizing the Calendar's launch party on the 20th (very excited about the venue of the NYC Fire Museum.) 

I also have to find a suitable outfit for the event as well as a gown for the Foundation's Annual Holiday Gala on Sunday night.  Lots to do - so little time!

Well my holiday revelers here's our little song for today:  It's highly unlikely that you will ever get me to admit the reason for choosing this song but given how LIBERATED I feel by that smack down today, I feel brave enough to post Christina Aguilera's "This Year." 

Song on YouTube: This Year - YouTube