It's official.......I'm retarded
Components of the story go as so.......
Components of the story go as so.......
- Gym time, wooooooo......doing some dead lifts, getting my booty back to bubble town!
- Cute, scratch that, really sexy/cute/stylish guy walks in the gym.
- Me in my head.....he looks like someone I would want to know.
- More in my head, Sara, dammittt, smile at him, he's got good energy.
- So I threw him a half smile when he walked my way.
- I got a smile back and some eyeball conversation.
- Then, of course........
- I remember, I have zero makeup on, I'm in suction tight running capri's (my ass is not what it used to be right now) and an old cut off gym T from the 90's era.....
- Then baammmm insecurity crashes the flipping party, Oh hi insecurity it was so nice of you to pop up right now and show your ugly face.
- He tries to make eye contact again, but what do I do.......
- My retarded ass gets stuck in my head
- Which leads to me looking at the ground and a lost connection.
- Moral of the story......I HAVE ZERO IDEA HOW TO FLIRT AT THE GYM WITHOUT FEELING LIKE A TARD. (EXCUSE THE NON-PC TERM)
- The only place I ever knew how to flirt was at the bar or at a party and I rarely IF EVER do either anymore.
- Basically......I have to relearn the sober world....
- On the positive, most people don't really know how to socialize without alcohol or drugs, that's why they socially drink and drug, so really, I'm not in that bad of a position ;), just saying.
- And if I see him again I will be bigger than my insecurities :)
- The End
