Cruising home last Sunday on the new track bike, a tall, lanky boy caught my eye.
Brown tussled hair, dressed in black, and features that can curl up into a super cute smile. Added plus? He was loaded with polo mallets.
I shouted out his name and gave a wave before turning onto Harvard Ave. Carefully rolling through the uneven patches of pavement, I heard a bell ring and turned to see none other than Jav, The Responsible Mature One of Boston Bike Polo's main regulars [and of course, one of the best Boston's got]. With increased gearing on my track bike, I felt like I was running through water on the slight incline while Jav's ridiculously low gear ratio had his knees bobbing faster than Jennifer Beals' in Flashdance. We rode through Harvard together, catching up, before parting ways all too soon on Beacon.
Then, last night, as boredom and cabin fever from being trapped in the library for too long crept up on me, making me more than a little bit homesick, my favorite polo player IMed me. I unfortunately missed their Sunday Polo/BBQ event last weekend, but was told lots of people showed up, even a fair share of girls [my cougar bait - a long-running joke - is apparently still single, though...phew!]. Jamie, one of the sweetest boys I've met in Boston, also demanded to know where I've been before leaving me with some sage advice [re: cougaring]:
"You need a man, not a bitch."
I had to cough to stifle my giggles and cover my mouth so no one would see me laughing at my computer screen. Jamie somehow always knows the right thing to say, and he's totally right about my inexcusable absence from polo. All signs are pointing to the fact that I need to go back to see the people that didn't tell me to gtfo after crashing into walls, other bikes, and generally being completely useless on the court.
Don't be surprised if, come this summer, at least half my posts are about...
1-2-3 POLO!!! [8 more days until ESPI 4!]
[Yes, these are old pictures...another sign I need to go back to play polo.]