Hear Me Now or Hear Me Later in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Belly is better, thanks.

Did the butt kickin’ workout tonight. The weather was great for this outdoor class. It’s a lot of sprint drills and stuff, and I hadn’t been in few weeks, so I was the loser in the class (once again). But I don’t care. I appreciate that there are some really competitive people in this class. But I ain’t one of em. I’m just happy when I get out there and work my heart until it feels like it’s going to explode and feel that sweat dripping down the sides of my face and my back. I wish there was some way I could learn to love working out as much as I love eating and drinking.

Sports Guy and I have been e-mailing here and there. The excessive punctuation thing seems to be getting just a tad better. He co-hosted a talk radio show tonight and I tuned in during the last 30 minutes on my drive home from the gym. I was a little surprised at the fluidity and raciness of the content because he sometimes seems to be at a loss for words and I can tell he’s working the total gentleman angle when he’s around me. It’s very obvious that I make him nervous. He has no problem opening up on the radio, and he’s actually quite funny. Let’s just say that I was impressed and I see him in a little different light now.

Meanwhile, Super T and I continue to have this very, very strange phone relationship. We’ve been talking more frequently. And steamily. And I like.

I can’t remember the last time I was kissed in a real and passionate way.

I’m so frustrated I could scream.