Here’s a super old post I found (almost two months ago?). I’d like to think that I’ve gotten much better (I think spending a week interacting with people in NYC cured my awkwardness).
[K & E Adventures] Rock Climbing with Strangers
It was overcast so we opted for a hike instead of rock climbing.
(just in case it rained and got our ropes wet).
I wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. For no reason. I’d gone climbing and forgotten to put it back on.
We passed a group of guys getting up on some rock. The ones at the bottom called out hello to us. The on on the wall asked us if we were watching him.
“We are now” Kate responded.
“What, am I not your type?” joked the blob of red high up the face.
I thought about telling them that rock climbers were exactly my time, so much so that I married one, but we just kept walking.
On our way down they were still there, about to get on a new problem. They asked us if we wanted to try. Kate wasn’t about to get on first, and really wanting her to get on some rock outside, I volunteered. One guy let me borrow his shoes, another their harness, and finally a guy asked if I’d ever been rock climbing before.
“I’ve climbed a little bit.” (no need to be over zealous)
I climbed; it was great. Kate got on it too and I was pretty excited. She did fabulously well and the whole time I was talking with the boys below:
[internal battle] Do I tell them I’m married? How do I tell them I’m married? We aren’t flirting so do I need to tell them I’m married? Is it presumptuous to tell them I’m married? Should I mention my husband is a rock climber? What if they say we should go climbing sometime? Then I’d have to tell them I’m married. But if they don’t ask why do I even need to bring it up? Should I bring it up? Is it bad not to?
Yes guys, I am that awkward. I swear it was easier to talk to boys than to girls before I got married. And now, whenever I’m not wearing a ring, which is all the time when I’m climbing, I don’t know how to do it. I’m getting better, but the gym is bad. Ben and I don’t wear rings (bad for the ring and our fingers) and we usually climb in different parts of the gym. He finds it amusing and just watches and different boys try to help me on problems, make small talk, and maybe show off a little. He smiles to himself as I struggle through being nice and friendly and then realizing I might be flirting and after 15 minutes drop the “oh my husbands done that one,” or “yeah, ever since I started dating my husband we’ve been coming here.” Someday I’ll be able to carry on a normal conversation. Someday.
Am I the only one?
Oh, the story ends with a few new friends, a small debate about people from Utah verses the East Coast, and a great introduction for kate into the world of climbing 🙂
|Above:Kate on the wall, and with her new climbing buddies.
Below: Me and a view of the beautiful valley