enamoured | (no subject)

I kind of love how sometimes there are really good-looking guys who witness me looking like a complete spaz.

At the local mall, there is a climbing wall at the big sporting goods store (that is a rival to the store that I work at). Ever since that store opened, I've wanted to try and climb that wall. I've only been on a climbing wall once--ten years ago, to be exact, when my Girl Scout troop went on this retreat to this little resort in the mountains. That one didn't go too well. I ended up losing my balance and swinging around madly before I landed in a bucket in the utility closet on the side of the wall.

Anyway.

I went to the store today, and the spotter on duty was this tallish guy with great hair and this low, smoky-kind of voice. I managed to get about a fourth of the way up the wall (maybe about... ten feet off the ground) when I lost my grip and had to be let down. I tried again and got stuck. And I tried a third time... and got stuck again. And in my nervousness, I blathered on and on to the Cute Spotter every time I came down.

Now my back hurts. And I can't do my usual nighttime ritual of playing hallway catch with Pepper, and so now she is being sullen and growling at me. The Motrin has not kicked in yet. Alas.