Dorian continues to chronicle her lack of dating dignity.

Mar 13, 2007 12:41

Asking out boys went exactly the way I expected it to. Badly, awkwardly, and only barely without fainting or crying. Just like when Ryan reminds me to breathe during training, so did I need to be reminded here.
Oh the look on his face like "why are you forcing this issue? Is there someplace small and quiet I can hide, even though I am 6'2 and built like a wall?".
This is highschool only worse. In high school, I was never actually literally ignored by the person I was interested in. Oh yes, that's right, I said good morning this morning and he did not say shit. Of course, he may have suspected the truth, which was that I had come to the gym at ass-crack of dawn to try and avoid him entirely, and didn't quite make it. I got there at 7, and was going to leave at 8. I wanted to do one last set of deadlifts, which took until 8:05, and that was 5 minutes too late. He was directly in between me and the key to my locker, and I could not abandon my vehicle. So I tried to be bright and cheerful and pretend that everything was normal. He would have none of it.
Ah the familiar feeling of being crazy about someone and yet so sincerely wishing to DESTROY THEM.
I went to look at another gym today, is how serious I am about wanting to avoid him. Unfortunately, the gym sucks, and I would be incredibly uncomfortable there. I do a ton of ball work, and there's no place to do it. So I'm going to have to get to my gym before 7am, which will not be physically possible every day, or just suck it up. Tomorrow and Thursday it's going to rain, but I can go in at close tomorrow, when he won't be there, and figure something else out on Thursday. Oh my god fuck.

Although none of this will be an issue if my car breaks down, which it looks like it's going to do.

angst, fucked, gym, trainer

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