Tracy Calabrese

I know the mean well and I should have more patience with them. I am trying. Really.

My parents: My condo hunt continues and since my dad has his real estate license (for the last few years), I am relying on his expertise with properties, loans, the handy-work associated with buying a home, etc. I sent him an e-mail with eight condos that caught my eye so he could take a look. He couldn’t figure out the links, put my mom on the phone, she couldn’t figure it out and got annoyed. After I hung up on them, I called back and walked them through how to look up the properties on Realtor.com. My dad said he would look at all of them tomorrow. I know he will call me at work. Maybe I should sign them up for computer classes for their upcoming 35^th anniversary…

My aunt: She is on the hunt to find me a man. Most of the guys she has introduced me to have been closer to 40 than 30, short, bald, weird, have issues…the list goes on. I knew she had ulterior motives inviting me to Germanfest over the weekend and I was right. She introduced me to a 28 year old, super nice guy. I was shocked that he was normal (from what I can tell). Now she wants us to go out this week. With her. Like she is the chaperone. She gave me his number and told me to call him, but I wussed out and sent him a text. I have a funny feeling he won’t write back. I guess we’ll see.

Last week as I was walking along the Katy Trail, between Knox and Fitzhugh to be exact, out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. I turned my head just a little more and realized…it was hot guy!

I quit the gym months ago so out of sight, out of mind. I saw him again today and we even crossed the street together. He got to the other side and sprinted off, leaving me to walk along at my slow pace. But I now have something to look forward to while I am working out on the Katy Trail.

Tomorrow? Same time, same place?

Hey cute guy at the gym, with your amazing eyes, perfect 5 o’clock shadow and bronzed skin. I just wanted to let you know that I look forward to working out because I know you will be there every day around 6pm. And while I am huffing and puffing on my elliptical, I can glance down the other side of the gym while you workout on that weird cardio machine that all the guys use, and you motivate me to keep going just a few minutes longer.

And I think it is fate that today you parked just two cars down from me, in your shiny, new Lexus, in the lot across the street from the gym. And you just happened to walk out of the gym a few minutes after me so when I was driving out, I could pretend like I didn’t notice you, but I saw you push the clicker on your keychain to unlock your car (that’s how I know you drive a Lexus) and I was, in fact, staring  at you of the corner of my eye.

My name is Tracy. I am not a stalker. I promise. What’s your name?