Last night, I was feeling discouraged. About what? I couldn't quite put my finger on it, so I guess it was about a little of everything. It got worse when a friend asked me online how I have been doing. Like always, I decided to be honest and answered snarkily with "just ok." Being the good friend that he is, he asked me to explain. My litany of minor complaints now seems petty and ridiculous. He covered every one of my woes with a silver lining, and I found myself unable to help seeing the bright side of things. I wouldn't have admitted this then though...I just rolled my eyes and unconvincingly agreed with him.
Before bed I glanced through a few of the dating advice books I had requested from the library. I decided I needed to see what supposed experts had to say, partly to help with my drinking for one experiment and partly because I am actually interested in being a better dater, making fewer mistakes. Some things made my ears perk but my attention flitted away to another book that put me to sleep. I knew I wanted to write about the dating ideas I had read about, but last night I was lacking passion.
Today, when I woke up, I had a totally different attitude. I was surprised to find out that I believed the positive messages from my friend! Before heading to the gym a day later than planned, I decided I wanted to put a little extra effort into my appearance and try one piece of dating advice on for size. The only tidbit that stood out for me from my one glance through the book was the idea that I could meet a man anywhere, anytime and not just in a bar on Friday night. I resolved to look at people around me more, as I kicked myself for forgetting that it is nice to engage with strangers instead of walking past without a thought.
My contacts were a must for a day like this, since I wanted to see all the men even in my periphery. I even brushed my eyebrows into a probably indiscernible different alignment. And then I exited the house in my favorite brown boots to find the makeup I left in the car. I am shocked to hear myself say this, but putting on just the smallest amount of makeup, can really make a girl feel more beautiful and happy with herself! In the car, at red lights, I brushed on some mascara, smacked my girly pink lipstick, and applies a little cover-up.
I strutted into the gym feeling like I got my sexiness back. I swear I caused a small extra pause in a conversation between three men as I walked by and flashed a small smile. I wanted to laugh out loud, but did not want to seem crazy. I soon was in a groovy rhythm on the elliptical machine, still thinking I was looking pretty great with my ponytail swinging. (I am a hot babe out jogging...making sure this stays a 10!) I kept my eyes open and felt this attitude fit me well.
I finished my workout with some back/biceps work but kept it light to go easy on my sore back. One of the assisted chin/dip machines was messed up, so I told the nearest trainer, who was eating a very healthy snack of celery and peanut butter. I had not seen him here before, maybe I should come on Mondays more often...he was definitely attractive. Telling him about the problem ended up being an excellent chance to flirt and it just happened without any effort! It has to be the same feeling an figure skater feels when she lands a triple toe-loop that she has been failing for awhile! To girls have mo-jo? Well, I got it back anyway!
My back pain became a pest and I thought I have to do something about these lower back muscles, but none of the exercise machines conveniently highlighted those muscles in picture form for me. The gym soundtrack includes some plugs to ask trainers for help with learning machines, and this was the perfect opportunity to take them on their offer. I headed to the main desk, but the guy there was talking to some other people and another trainer walked by without asking me if he could help, but then with perfect timing came my celery munching trainer. He spoke first, asking about the rest of my workout, so it was a smooth transition into my question and then into a brief demonstration.
I think I need to continue to go to the gym in Uptown, because the male trainers there are very attractive and there is something about talking about the position of your butt when doing a squat with a man that is quite entertaining to do in public! We talked about the benefits of personal training and the possibility of a special going on now, when his also attractive supervisor came over to give him a new client. This guy was flirtalicious from the start! He just had to engage me, shake my hand and ask my name. His eye contact was addictive. I quite happily allowed myself to be passed off to him to chat about personal training specials.
This dear man really demonstrated supreme patience with me as I hemmed and hawed over the financial cost of this service I have really wanted. To set the record straight, I was not procrastinating just to spend more time with him. In fact, he kept interrupting my serious pondering to show me his iPad or his new Sprint phone that has a kickstand! I couldn't help but laugh at his cute puppy-ness as he played with his new toys. He slowly slipped into an informal manner as we chatted and I got playfully flirty myself! My eyes were sparkling with what must have been real bits of sapphires, and my smile was stretching my face out...he was thoroughly engaging! As I signed up for personal training sessions I hoped I had not been conned by a pretty face, but then again maybe it was worth it to be able to flirt once more.
My flirting for the day was not over, however! Immediately after I left, I entered Kitchen Window to look at knives. A man came to my aide almost like magic, and when I asked if he would talk with me about knives, he humorously replied. We chatted for over an hour about knives and we chopped up some carrots together. Even though he seemed to be gay or not my usual type, I loved talking about his upcoming trip to Italy and mine to Europe. My attitude of openness allowed me to have three gorgeous interactions with men in very everyday situations. I am inspired to think that there really are men all around and if I just open up the definition of my type, I will easily meet more people and continue to enjoy myself! Here, here!
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