Patinated Ponies
This is the place where I put my favorite photos that I've taken, and thoughts that I've... thought. Rarely will I reblog, but if a photo or quote is so inspiring, it may find its way on here.
"Patina" is my favorite word, and I, um, really like ponies. I might be five, I might be twenty.
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Lesson from Ponies #17
On Saturday, I went to a big law school Halloween party. It was really fun. I loved my costume, I went to a great pregame, and I spent most of the night talking to this really cute Jew”ish” guy with blue eyes and dark hair. It was a slow boil, but I definitely *thought* we were flirting. I mean, I was flirting. Nothing happened, and he peaced out early which bummed me out for a second, but I found out later that he has a girlfriend.
If I were the Me from undergrad, I would think, ‘well, I might as well be friends with him.’ Not because he would be a quality friend, but because the old Me would just wait for him to break up, then old Me would be there to pick up the scraps. Right? Right?
I’ve realized that I do this on the polo field, too. Instead of going for the person I’m supposed to guard, I hang back, and wait for them to miss. With less experienced players, this works really well, but most of the time, the person I’m supposed to guard just ends up scoring.
I’ve recognized this in the arena, and have tried to be more aggressive. But I was doing it with guys as well. This weekend was good for me, because I have no desire to do what I did in undergrad. I can’t even count the boys I’ve been friends with because I was enamored by them. I’m sick of hanging back and waiting for someone to miss the ball. It’s time to start going for the free one.
