Grabbing A Spoon
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As a Friends fanatic, sometimes it’s impossible not to make a references to this show. For one, it’s timeless. But in Season 1, Episode 1, Joey encourages Ross to “grab a spoon,” because life will go on after divorce and the right woman is out there. Well, I think his exact point was there are my flavors of women out there which in turn makes it impossible to settle on one. But this is Joey. Ross, however, can’t seem to see past the recent heartache of losing his wife to another woman to envision any woman filling this role. This is my story of grabbing a spoon.
I’ve never been the person who crosses the bar to make initial contact with a girl I think is cute. As the President of the Washington, D.C. Chapter of Dykes on Bikes, riding my motorcycle, Norma Gene, and Capital Pride, gave me an extra boost of confidence the day.
I’d picked out a tank top to show off my tattoo (which clearly I’m proud of), black jeans, and my motorcycle boots. What could be sexier? At least that’s what I assured myself as I walked out the door.
Bike after bike fell in rank at the starting line and Norma Gene in the front. This was the first year I was riding solo. Moreover, this was the first year I’d been single during the festivities.
My best friend has a lot more girl savvy than I. So as I prepared for the kick off, while filming segments for our It Gets Better video, I tried to channel her inner swag. I’d wanted to see if I could invite a girl from the crowd to join me for the ride.
Ten minutes late, the parade stepped off and I led the charge. This was my moment to prove to myself I could do it, that I could be bold. After all, girls clearly find a motorcycle sexy. But as we made our way through the first couple of blocks, I couldn’t find anyone… well, that’s not true. I couldn’t seem to muster up the courage.
To my surprise, in the middle of Dupont Circle, a beautiful brunette signaled from the crowd, asking to hop on. I waved her over, as if I’d planned this all along, and positioned my bike along the fence. She quickly hopped over and climbed on behind me. The crowd around us went insane and I knew my best friend would be proud.
Yes, she made the first move, but we rode the rest of the way together. I’m not corny enough to say into the sunset. But we did ride to the bar where we exchanged numbers and ended the evening with a kiss.
Tonight, we’ll see each other again. You know, the stereotypical “catch a movie” type date. I promise not to do the lame move of yawning, stretching, and putting my arm around her, because I guarantee, that move would not earn me another kiss at the end of the evening. Clearly, that’s my goal.
Ten years later, Ross ends up with the woman of his dreams. And not to sound too corny, but it’s because Ross is the eternal relationship optimist of the group. Look at how many times he got married… and divorced. But he grabbed a spoon. Life went on. Life is going on for me and I’m happy.
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I’ve never been the person who crosses the bar to make initial contact with a girl I think is cute. As the President of the Washington, D.C. Chapter of Dykes on Bikes, riding my motorcycle, Norma Gene, and Capital Pride, gave me an extra boost of confidence the day.
I’d picked out a tank top to show off my tattoo (which clearly I’m proud of), black jeans, and my motorcycle boots. What could be sexier? At least that’s what I assured myself as I walked out the door.
Bike after bike fell in rank at the starting line and Norma Gene in the front. This was the first year I was riding solo. Moreover, this was the first year I’d been single during the festivities.
My best friend has a lot more girl savvy than I. So as I prepared for the kick off, while filming segments for our It Gets Better video, I tried to channel her inner swag. I’d wanted to see if I could invite a girl from the crowd to join me for the ride.
Ten minutes late, the parade stepped off and I led the charge. This was my moment to prove to myself I could do it, that I could be bold. After all, girls clearly find a motorcycle sexy. But as we made our way through the first couple of blocks, I couldn’t find anyone… well, that’s not true. I couldn’t seem to muster up the courage.To my surprise, in the middle of Dupont Circle, a beautiful brunette signaled from the crowd, asking to hop on. I waved her over, as if I’d planned this all along, and positioned my bike along the fence. She quickly hopped over and climbed on behind me. The crowd around us went insane and I knew my best friend would be proud.
Yes, she made the first move, but we rode the rest of the way together. I’m not corny enough to say into the sunset. But we did ride to the bar where we exchanged numbers and ended the evening with a kiss.
Tonight, we’ll see each other again. You know, the stereotypical “catch a movie” type date. I promise not to do the lame move of yawning, stretching, and putting my arm around her, because I guarantee, that move would not earn me another kiss at the end of the evening. Clearly, that’s my goal.
Ten years later, Ross ends up with the woman of his dreams. And not to sound too corny, but it’s because Ross is the eternal relationship optimist of the group. Look at how many times he got married… and divorced. But he grabbed a spoon. Life went on. Life is going on for me and I’m happy.
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