Regulars, sit down. Or stand up. It's not that exciting. You know what? Squat. We do have a LITTLE action. Today, Logger and I came face to face.
Picture it. I'm at the gym. I've been stressed for weeks, so I'm riding that skinnier-than-usual wave. I forgot my hair tie, and I had it done last night, so it's flowing in the wind like a silk curtain. Most importantly, I have on mascara.
I'm really giving my biceps a workout, when I look to my right, and in the reflection of the mirror, I see Logger. Just doing a few pull-ups, you guys.
I see him first, so I'm prepared. I catch his eye, flash my pearly whites, and wave. He gets off the pull-up contraption and heads in for a hug. He barely touches me, so I assume it's because he's sweaty, or he thinks I'm contagious. I'm cool with either.
We make small talk. He asks about Europe, we make a joke about Paris... The whole time I feel like he can't get away fast enough. I find it all to be so interesting.
Here's the thing. I feel like I've shed all emotions from this dating thing, and now I'm just a scientist using herself as a subject. My feelings are so far removed at this point, so everything a man does just makes me shrug and think, "Men are weird."
In other news, I finally found a Christian man in LA. He is also African American. I have never dated a black man, but am up for anything. Within reason, of course. The problem is, he doesn't write in complete sentences. Also, I wish I could say that the grammar is questionable, but it's downright atrocious. Nothing turns me off more.