Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Friday, August 26, 2005
 
So... hypothetically speaking... and I really do mean that (lest anyone out there starts to berate me)... let's say there's this guy who used to take your step class religiously. He used to take it every Monday night and often, but not regularly, on Wednesday nights. This said man is extremely attractive physically - 6' 3", nice haircut, cheeful personality, smart, phenomenal step aerobics participant, amazingly flawless skin, warm smile, beautiful tan, sparkling eyes, strong abs... you get the point. And let's say that you find this man extremely attractive.

So, one day, you give up all your step classes without telling anyone in class; not even this man that you find very attractive. You give up all but one obscure body conditioning class. A class where barely anyone shows up. A couple of weeks later, very-attractive man sees you teaching class and proceeds to come to class constantly. He stills looks amazing. You can't help but look. You begin to wonder why he comes to your silly body conditioning class when he obviously knows how to workout on his own. You begin to wonder, "Hmmm, is he gay?"

I mean he spends a lot of time at the gym. He lives in Chelsea. He is very fashionable (this you know because he shows up at the grocery store that you work at and chats with you in his very fashionable but conservative outfits). He's got some very interesting body jewelry. He's never seen with a female (except once when you spotted him on the street with some female who you think is his sister because she too was quite stunning and had similar features and their body language did not say "lovers").

So, let's say that you see him at the store today looking quite scumptuous in his tank-top and cargo shorts. He stops to say hello. Chats about becoming addicted to triathalons and his training for a half-ironman. You also find out that he is a research scientist (but you heard about this before via a rumor about him doing research for cancer cures- damn smart and gorgeous). You become so giggly that you say a quick goodbye so as not to look "school-girly". Before you scurry away, he places his hand on your shoulder, caresses it, and says, "I'll see you soon".

Okay, here is my question... Who's team is he on? And more importantly, how can I find out?

I'm not sure why I am obsessed with the answers to these two questions. Especially since I am happily partnered. Later.
 
Comments: Post a Comment



<< Home
I'm just writing down some of the things that run through my head.

My Photo
Name:
Location: New York, New York, United States

Eating up the City before it eats me up. I'm a freelance cook who spends his free time working out, cooking for "my man", and wondering why the Right is so concerned about my bedroom.

ARCHIVES
September 2002 / October 2002 / November 2002 / December 2002 / January 2003 / February 2003 / March 2003 / April 2003 / May 2003 / June 2003 / July 2003 / August 2003 / September 2003 / October 2003 / November 2003 / December 2003 / January 2004 / February 2004 / March 2004 / April 2004 / May 2004 / June 2004 / July 2004 / August 2004 / September 2004 / October 2004 / November 2004 / December 2004 / January 2005 / February 2005 / March 2005 / April 2005 / May 2005 / June 2005 / July 2005 / August 2005 / September 2005 / October 2005 / November 2005 / December 2005 / January 2006 / February 2006 / March 2006 / April 2006 / May 2006 / June 2006 / July 2006 / August 2006 / September 2006 / October 2006 / November 2006 / December 2006 / January 2007 / February 2007 / March 2007 / April 2007 / May 2007 / June 2007 / July 2007 / August 2007 / September 2007 / October 2007 / November 2007 / December 2007 / January 2008 / February 2008 / March 2008 / April 2008 / May 2008 / June 2008 / July 2008 / August 2008 / September 2008 / October 2008 / November 2008 / December 2008 / January 2009 / February 2009 / March 2009 / April 2009 / May 2009 / June 2009 / July 2009 / August 2009 / September 2009 / October 2009 / November 2009 / December 2009 / January 2010 / February 2010 / March 2010 / April 2010 / May 2010 / June 2010 / July 2010 / August 2010 / September 2010 / October 2010 / November 2010 / December 2010 / January 2011 / March 2011 / April 2011 / May 2011 / June 2011 / July 2011 / February 2012 / March 2012 / April 2012 / May 2012 / June 2012 / July 2012 / August 2012 / January 2013 / February 2013 / March 2013 / April 2013 / August 2013 /


READ THEM


Powered by Blogger