Unabashed adoration
I am slowly worming my way into the trainer's heart. It is taking me FOREVER, but I am inching closer. I just can't afford to hurry it and lose out. Of course, I can't explain for the life of me how this week's behavior is completely and utterly different from last week's behavior, but it totally is. I don't see how he can avoid liking me in the long run. Aside from being certifiably insane, I have many excellent qualities. I'm tall, I have nice eyes, huge breasts, and of course, am periodically capable of being both charming and funny. I have educated and well articulated opinions on politics, literature, classic films, modern music, visual and performance art, technology philosophy and sex. I like working out, action movies, and superheroes. Unfortunately, I have no way of preventing myself from being slightly unattractive and near violently abrasive. The trainer's brother also calls me a dirty whore, but I think he means it fondly.
The trainer's brother, who I sometimes think likes me better than the trainer does (ie at all) took advice of mine to heart yesterday and broke up with his girlfriend for the (we can only hope) last time. It is terrifying to think that someone took advice of mine seriously and in fact credits me with their decision, considering I've had more fucked up relationships than there are socks in my bureau, but at the same time, I don't really think I give advice at all. I try to stick with stating the obvious and let people draw their own conclusions. And offer very little sympathy.
The trainer was forced to admit he owed me a cookie for making his brother see reason, but I, who am trying to limit my naughty calories to things I really like, did not let him buy me one. It was enough for him to grab his wallet and head for the cafe. I bought myself a cinnamon pinwheel on the way home as congratulations for a job well done on multiple fronts.
I found out the trainer, silly art boy that he is, has never been to any of the galleries on Market St. So we have made tentative plans for over a month from now to go to first Friday for April. And once again, I express my desire to see him and he aquieses. God dammit it's like pulling teeth. But there's no playing hard to get with him. He doesn't get it. At all. I can't play any kind of games with him because the only one who'd be there to explain it was a game would be me!
All I can do is try to smile and laugh and make him do the same- which he does, more around me than most people anyway. He chased me around the track today- or he chased me for a little while before he caught up and then ran ahead, so really I chased him. He can be incredibly playful at times, beyond the habit of us blowing raspberries and making faces at each other.
*sigh* I am so completely and utterly smitten. Thank god I'm not going to be here forever.