It Takes Two to Tango

Last practice, I had the most interaction with Tony Hawk that I've ever had. Of course no words were exchanged-- but there was definite eye contact.

It was the league's team evaluations. Since I only have my red star (boo!) I wasn't eligible to participate (admittedly relieved about this!). Bodacious had set up different agility stations and we were to travel around while certain skaters were tested. One of the stations was a mock obstacle course, where stuffed animals, frisbees and pop bottles were strewn. A mat was laid out at the end to jump over, supposedly imitating a fallen skater. I managed to navigate my way and even clear the mat so I was feeling pretty good about it all and went back often throughout the night. I noticed I got better each time. Of course, then I watched Tony and my sense of accomplishment plummeted. Watching her, it was like she was born on skates. Her legs move so adroitly, with no apparent effort at all. She just skipped through the station and wafted back to the start of the line without batting an eyelash.

Tony is just so darn cute. Deciding to tweak the station a tad, she set up a stuffed dog and elephant on top of two pop bottles (a height of about 1.5 feet) and cleared it with ease. Some other girls tried with varying success. "Do you think I should try?", I asked Twinkie. "Let me put it to you this way-- I'm not going to try!" she responded, which certainly gave me a pause. I skated slowly up to it and.......... tripped around it. Weak. Tony saw the whole thing (and also saw me stumble around the other stations) but hey... she apparently has a girlfriend so what do I care? 

Except I do!! I do care! I want her to like me! I want to TALK to her! To pick up derby skills by osmosis and her general cool-cat attitude. 

We also pulled up to another station and worked as a pair on stopping... but when I say "worked as a pair" I think I am misleading, because I am not implying that we made eye contact or even acknowledged each others' presence. 

Seriously, this is ridiculous. Why does she act like this? Why is there a ten-foot bubble of awkward around her? I swear, by the end of the month... we are having a conversation. 

That's a pretty bold claim. We'll see how I do...

In other news, I just may have FINALLY come up with a name! :D