Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Night at the Gym

I’m pulling into the parking lot, and based on how I started this story, I can already tell it’s going to be unnecessarily vapid. That’s okay; it’s about the most interesting-looking girl at the gym, and those that know me also know that “interesting” can often be replaced with “hot”*.

That analogy, of course, will really suck if she ever reads this blog.

Point being that I’m pulling in next to this horribly parked SUV, but once I’m stopped I get out quickly because, you know, I saw her. And it’s fun to walk directly by without acknowledging each others’ presence.


She gets to the door of the aforementioned SUV and says something witty, like “sorry I parked like an ass,” and I responded with something witty, like “ich muss duschen,” which was only a partial lie because I didn’t give a time frame. Then I walk in, thinking why didn’t I say something in English?

* my first draft originally had the word “fuckable”, but I decided it’s good practice to censor myself