Sometimes, not often, I don’t really care about how I am going to present on a date.
There are some men who I get the sexual tension from quickly, and I want to impress those men with sexy heels and a hot outfit. Other men don’t seem to give off the same vibe and I don’t get as excited about the first meeting and what I am wearing, and perhaps a little, how I look. Frankly, I tend to prefer the men with whom I get the tension with – even if the date doesn’t get legs, the initial date and flirting is just more fun. I love the sexual tension and I love to look sexy. Especially now….sexy now is an entirely different thing than it was before. My body requires little to no effort to appear sexy to a man who likes a lean, fit woman. This is a major head trip, for me. I love the fact that nothing is uncomfortable when I wear it any longer. Most articles of clothing are going to look good on me no matter what. I can wear heels all night long. I’ve always had the feeling of “being” sexy, but now its much more prevalent since I am proud of my body (well, the exterior, the wounds and loose skin get compartmentalized when I am getting dressed because they are under wraps). I don’t think my behavior is any different, but removing the physical self doubt is a massive relief.
I did choose weight loss surgery after all.
And then I chose to take care of the gift of life I was given post all the trauma. I’m super fit and lean now. I feel better physically and find that the working out helps me redirect a lot of negative energy. I never thought I would be the one to say it but I love how the fitness makes me feel now. It has changed my life.
This is a bit long-winded story about how I didn’t care how I looked on a first date. I had matched with someone who wanted to meet this particular night.
I had planned to do something quite out of character for me – I decided to go into the Peloton studios and do 3 classes in a row, in costume, for Halloween. Alone. Why? No reason at all. More like, why not? I could. I love my Peloton classes and getting in studio is always awesome. Plus, not that I admit this to any of my friends or family, but there is probably some attention factor in here. Going to the studio gets me noticed by my instructors and creates a more personal bond when you interact with them on social media. When I’m not working, the Peloton social community is my primary source of accountability. If I make a post that I will do something, I do it. I don’t know how the logic of that works for me, but it does. So when I feel like I need a little push to step out of a comfort zone, I post before I think about it too much. Then I’m committed.
The classes started at 6:30pm and would end by 10:30pm. It was a pretty big fitness commitment and when I am in studio, it also means a push effort – I don’t want to “take it easy” on myself in studio. All classes have a “spotlight” bike, tread or mat. In the past, I have chosen this spot knowing I would be on camera for the studio taping of the on-demand classes. Unexpectedly, I ended up in this spot in 2 classes -in full costume – doing classes that were so far out of my comfort zone that I questioned the sanity of these spontaneous choices. I did a 45 minute run (I have never run that long) and a 30 minute yoga class (I never did a studio yoga class and I can’t do half the poses). Of course, in the end, it worked out amazingly well and I had a blast and did just fine. I loved being on camera (sort of, off to the side and in the dark, but still! Lol)
I did trip on the treadmill towards the end! Whoops! No one saw, right?
It reminded me that I like the spotlight and the competition. My personality feeds off these things, but I forget that it does. I should really consider how to tap into more of this part of myself – because I am good at putting myself out there. My confidence takes a huge leap and I become like a different person. I recall times in my life where the spotlight was on me that it brings out my type A competitive nature and I want to crush whatever it is I am doing. I can’t create this feeling, or even call it up – but when it happens I love it. I know athletes are able to tap into this ability to focus themselves and hype themselves up for competition, but when I try to do that, it doesn’t work the same as when it happens organically. I hadn’t actually thought of this before and maybe I should do a little research on why this happens with me.
This night, it was all organic. Sort of. I had set myself up for the potential something could happen, by being in costume, being present and interactive, and I was going to be equally as ok if nothing happened. But, it did – I was noticed, ended up on camera, and made new friends. I loved every minute. No one was there who knew me or could judge, and the side of my personality that I normally don’t let loose too often – you can call it my cocky side -comes out. My confidence and happiness overflow and I can affect those around me. It’s such a natural high.
It was several hours of high intensity interaction and exercise. I loved every minute. If I could somehow tap into that energy more frequently, it would be amazing – I don’t know where it would take me because it feels boundless. However, times like this – where the energy is flowing so heavily from within – exhaust me for days. Add into it my chronic anemia, which happens to be keeping me down because it’s time for an iron infusion, and one event like this could knock me out for a week.
The bottom line was – after these classes I was going to be a mess. My hair was a birds nest of hairspray and curls, my makeup soaked through, and I would be a soppy sweaty mess. I would be able to take a shower post the last ride, but there was nothing I could do about makeup or the fact I had worn yoga pants going into the studio. Hardly the ideal condition to meet someone for the first time…..