Tired of the Tango
Ok, just to update the workout saga I did the leg/core routine for the first time yesterday. Romanian deadlifts may workout your entire body but they also make it incredibly hard to stand or sit the next day. I look like my Grandmother when I get up from a chair...clinging to any nearby solid object for support. Oh, if only Matthew Mcconaughey were nearby!
On with the post...
I've been dancing with this guy at the gym. No, not Dancing with the Stars type dancing but that tango that we all do while checking each other out. If you haven't noticed yet, I become a complete idiot at this stage of the dating game. This time I've been trying to keep my head on straight and at least appear that I know how to play this game.
So far that dance has involved him staring, me smiling when I catch him staring and him turning away red-faced when caught in the act. Last week when I emerged from one of the workout rooms after a class, he and his friend were on a machine right outside the door. I had to giggle at the look on their faces. It was that, "OMG, it's her!" look. You know...the look you get when you're strolling down the hallway at the office and the hottie from Marketing appears from nowhere??? I smiled at them and continued to walk out while chatting away with the other girls from my class.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I'm growing tired of dancing. I mean it's a fun little game but enough already. The band's tired of playing and I'd like to have a name to put with my little hottie's face. So how do I progress from this tango to a little dirty dancing? Do I feign ignorance and ask him for help on an exercise? Do I ask to work-in (for the workout impaired that means sharing) on a machine he's using? WHAT??????
Good grief! Why can't we all just be equipped with traffic lights so we'd know what the other is thinking? You know...red means "don't even try it", yellow "proceed with caution", green "c'mon wild monkey sex". Ok...that's not what green means but you get the picture. Wouldn't that be sooooo much easier????
On with the post...
I've been dancing with this guy at the gym. No, not Dancing with the Stars type dancing but that tango that we all do while checking each other out. If you haven't noticed yet, I become a complete idiot at this stage of the dating game. This time I've been trying to keep my head on straight and at least appear that I know how to play this game.
So far that dance has involved him staring, me smiling when I catch him staring and him turning away red-faced when caught in the act. Last week when I emerged from one of the workout rooms after a class, he and his friend were on a machine right outside the door. I had to giggle at the look on their faces. It was that, "OMG, it's her!" look. You know...the look you get when you're strolling down the hallway at the office and the hottie from Marketing appears from nowhere??? I smiled at them and continued to walk out while chatting away with the other girls from my class.
Why am I telling you all this? Because I'm growing tired of dancing. I mean it's a fun little game but enough already. The band's tired of playing and I'd like to have a name to put with my little hottie's face. So how do I progress from this tango to a little dirty dancing? Do I feign ignorance and ask him for help on an exercise? Do I ask to work-in (for the workout impaired that means sharing) on a machine he's using? WHAT??????
Good grief! Why can't we all just be equipped with traffic lights so we'd know what the other is thinking? You know...red means "don't even try it", yellow "proceed with caution", green "c'mon wild monkey sex". Ok...that's not what green means but you get the picture. Wouldn't that be sooooo much easier????
posted by xwy at 8:00 AM
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