Funny thing happened last night. There has been this trainer i have had a big man crush on for months at the gym. Over the weeks of he has started smiling at me, and me smiling back, then falling of the treadmill or doing something totally stupid and un sexy.
Anyhoo was at a pub last night and me and my mates went outside on the balcony, and low and behold trainer man was there. So i steadied my hyperventilating and acted so cool, talking about Bosina or APEC, whatever, whilst sneaking looks over his way. Then he came up and started talking to me! I was a jibbering wreak. It could only go one of two ways, good or bad. I am not really sure how i did, as when i was talking to him i finished my beer and turned to put it down and smashed my head into the metal frame of the door. I saw stars!! So i had to turn back to the conversation holding my head and acting so cool whilst surreptitiously wiping away the blood gushing from my head. It took about 10mins of this panto until my mate came back and i dashed to the loo for some first aid and a slap. I dont think he noticed as he came and talked to me again. Or maybe he has a thing for people who injury themselves and really inopportune times. No numbers exchanged but contact has been made and i know his name (sigh). Next step serious pash-a-thon.
PS: i got ID'ed twice last night, i had to show my drivers license to prove i was 30 not 18 !!!! Thank you SK-II
