Are You Asking Me [To Work] Out? (2) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Dec. 27, 2001, midnight
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(continued from previous)

As I was driving home, I called Best Bud and told her about what had just transpired. She just died laughing. She told me about some Seinfeld episode that I don’t think I’ve ever seen about a maid that Jerry hired to clean his apartment, and something about how they started sleeping together which made Jerry feel all weird about paying this maid because he felt like he was paying for sex. Anyway, that was the gist.

Thing is, I don’t think I’m attracted to this guy. I don’t think.

Best Bud and I started talking about other stuff. Here’s the funny part: I hadn’t yet told her about the internet dating thing. OH YEAH!!! Forgot to mention—Theo and I have a lunch date tomorrow!! I’ll have to get back to that later. Anyway. I was telling Best Bud about Theo, and I knew she was going to ask how I met him. [Sidenote: I love Best Bud with ALL MY HEART….but she is really, really brutal with me. Sometimes she hurts my feelings. I know it’s all out of love, as she is extremely protective of me. To the point of being overprotective] I asked her to please, please, puh-lease not laugh and to please not tell anyone, but that I’d met Theo online….. * brace *

Here’s what I heard on the other end of the line:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! HEY BABE…. (her husband) …YOU GOTTA GET IN HERE AND LISTEN TO THIS!!!

…and she goes on busting a gut and telling him everything that I’d asked her to keep hush-hush.

I honestly don’t care, and I think it’s hilarious because I knew that’s exactly what her reaction would be. And I certainly know that she and her hubby share everything. He probably hears about my gyno issues for all I know, and it doesn’t bother me in the least. It’s just comical that she would bust out like that after I’d tried to keep the whole thing low key.

She then went on her motherly routine, telling me to make sure that I only meet these guys in public places, etc. etc….serial killers, etc. etc…..and that I really do need to learn how to juggle (see previous entry).

Thanks mom, I’ll keep all that in mind.

[beep]

There was someone on the other line. I switched over. Guess who it was? My new personal trainer, Bill! He told me that there was something wrong with their antiquated computers, and would I mind giving him my credit card number again? I gave him the number, and then he started sputtering about trainer/trainee relationships and how you have to be really careful about that fine line and on and on….and I knew what he was trying to say, but I was just trying to avoid the whole thing. I needed to get off that line, and FAST!!

So I made some excuse about needing to go, and we confirmed our consultation time (tonight!), and I dialed Best Bud again to tell her what had just happened. She told me to be cool during the whole seven sessions. To not let anything happen, and to let him know that our relationship should be purely professional until the lessons are done, and then we could see what happens after that.

What am I getting myself into?? Tonight I get weighed and measured and start in with the weights. I just hope and pray that he doesn’t start pushing the issue…


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