The Candid Bitch

Flat Out | February 11, 2009

I have to admit the lack of social events and/or exciting things happening has left me a little dry for writting topics so we’ll see what happens.

This blog also might bring up the very much “bitch” side of my given name, and any reference to people or persons is compeltely non-fictional-as yes I am talking about you. YES YOU.

So Adam got a gym membership about a month or two ago (downtown goodlife), and as well as going way more often then me, has also been bugging me to do the classes. I happen to like bodyflow, so I said yes and we picked a date. Without knowing that a certain S Lammers, A Kettle-Veksjdnkbegkjbv, and occasionally M Nanni, often attend the very same class. We went on our first thursday class, only to set up our mats, get all settled and Adam says to me “Hey, isn’t that the girl I took a cab home with once?” Sure enough I turn around and see our very own S.L right behind me. We had a very good class, and after a nice discussion in the change room.

During that discussion I found out that normally in attendance is an A.K-V. who was away for one reason or another. Adam and I liked the class, so decided to go another week. This is when…well: I walked into the change room to discover M.N, and A. K-V, adressing me with a “What are you doing here??” Like it was so out of place, for me to be seen at a gym, the very same gym I might add where we all took fitness less then a year ago… Turns out that they were attending body flow as well. (S.Lammers was apparently working:() When I revealed the previous week to S.L, that I was with Adam doing bodyflow, Steph let out a “O ya? I tried to talk Tim into going to bodyflow forever ago but he wouldn’t, thats great that he is:)”. Something like that anyways, but when I told this to M.N, and A.K-V, they laughed as if his masculinity was in question, or it was an odd thing for a “man” to be doing. I simply shrugged it off knowing they wish they had a man that would go to bodyflow with them. Hmph. Adam was a little late getting to the class so when he arrived we were all waiting outside the doors to go in. Upon his arrival, M.N, looked Adam up and down and rudely laughed out loud at his appearence! I will have you know that this was a pure look of jealousy as I am proud to say that Adam (who is a runner) was wearing a nicely colour coordinated Nike outfit conssisting of an Underarmour like material, and  tight black shorts (which only subtly and the right amount of showed off his…well..erm.man.ness..;)), and very expensive shoes. I must say with my all black similar material outfit we looked quite good together. Never the less, M.N, (who along with her companion were both wearing outfits that can only be described as half garage tops, and half pajamas) still laughed at him,and my subtle anger was a little less subtle. Then in a display only fit of A.K-V, she starts I don’t know warming up? Without warning she drops down into a pose that looked a little somthing like this in the middle of a crowed waiting area:

My subtle anger quickly turns to embarrassment, as I turn myself and Adam as far way from this humiliating public display as humanly possible. He whispers in my ear “what the hell was she doing?” and I respond by shaking my head and saying “I have nooo idea”.

Class ends, and in the dressing room I was asking them what they thought of the new bodyflow  routine, and saying that I’d only done the new one and asking them how the old one was, and M.N, responds the new one is harder, while A.K-V, jumps in saying I thought the new one was way easier, but I’m amazing at all the leg tracks (or some other boastful comment). At this point they head to the showers and my eyes roll, man, I didn’t even have anything else to say, except for; I’m showering at home.

The funny thing about Adam is that he’s completely gay in every way (we’ve talked and laughed about this many times) except for in the womb one little part got messed up (the part where he likes men) so I will take my artist,runner, fashionable, sensitive, loves to cook, rough and wonderfully tattooed straight boyfriend, who likes to take me to fancy restaurants just because (Garlics tonight soo excited:)!) over your “boyfriend” in England…any day.

love love love;)