A useless recap of the weekend (obsession, obsession, obsession)
I have tried to begin this post about five times, now. I simply cannot find a way to begin, for all I want to say is pushing me to skip introductory phrases and climatic building up. Well, not that there is going to be a climax in the report of the weekend, which has had nothing worth mentioning or remembering, except my bleeding feet (blisters all over after 16 km...do I blame the shoes, the socks, or what?), my new specs (dark pink, beautiful...but haven't got used yet), and a night at the local fitness expo, which I was not interested in (except that there are also beauty centres which give free samples of creams), but where I couldn't wait to go to see the guys of the gym, as I had promised the S&S guy on Thursday.
Very nice, the S&S guy: as I was warming up on the bike we chatted, to the friendly level where he told me that he and his girlfriend has split up and that he is studying for a specialisation degree. I always appreciate when people talk to me and go beyond the explanation of what we will do in that session.
On Saturday night, then, I was all pretty in my mini skirt and white smart blouse and new boots, and yes, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought "Cool". Except my hair, that is: not up, not down...must find something to do with it...
When we arrive at the Expo I'm glad it's quite hot, so I have an excuse to take off my jacket. The place is packed but after all there is nothing interesting to see; or if there were, I wouldn't notice, because I am nervously looking for the booth where the gym guys are.
It is the very last stand, and there are lots of people there: I am greeted by one of the guys, whom my friend instantly classifies as P.P. ("Possible Prey"), and I start chatting with the S&S guy, for quite a while too; in the meantime, the B&S guy is stuck to a chair in front of a computer, because his role is to check the pronation of all the volunteers who feel like taking off their shoes and standing on the carpet to see how they stand on their feet. He insists I take the test too, and I take off my lovely boots, and he jokes on my "lovely socks" ("Heck, girl", Cinzia says afterwards, "socks? Teach your man to speak, they are T-I-G-H-T-S!"). I stand looking in front of me, at the Christmas trees of the hall (Christmas trees? In October? Hello?), and I turn twice to look at him who smiles and says "In front of you!".
A minute later I am back in my boots and standing next to him, who's explaining how my feet are pretty ok and I have "passed the test". I smile, concentrated on his dark eyes, the tiny wrinkles around them, the sincere expression of his face. Boy...
We find an excuse to spend some more time there, because Cinzia wants to try a machine to test her legs' strength, so we wait and chat and all the while I am looking at the B&S guy, busy on his computer, and I think "he really likes his job, this is beautiful", and I am not jealous, but happy for him.
Cinzia does the test, so do I, proving to be pretty strong (well...I run!), the guy chats with Cinzia for a bit (and says a lot of stupid banal things, I must say), and then I go and say goodbye to the B&S guy (his back turned towards me, so to get his attention I decide to touch him, but I'm scared I will be too electric, my touch is superlight on the shirt, but enough for him to feel it and turn and smile) and then to the S&S guy. We leave, and if it weren't for the Christmas trees in the hall behind the chairs where the local tv presenter sits and welcomes her hosts for boring useless interviews, if it weren't for those trees, I say, I could look down to the booth again and see him. Nuts.
We end our evening in a place I had never been before, which is actually more for lovers than for a couple of girl-friends who want to talk about how cute a certain guy is and how desperate the situation is, for there is no chance I can ever progress (a-hem...that would be me..Cinzia was concentrating on her crêpe with icecream..).
When I get home I think and think and think.
Then I fall asleep because it's been a long day and the dream of the B&S guy is better than anything to calm me down and lull me into sleep.
In the meantime, Cinzia wants me to find out if the P.P. is "a free man". Which means I'll have to ask and talk merrily with the S&S guy, tomorrow night. Which could also be the way to find out more about the B&S guy. Because I am 95% sure there is no girlfriend about, but a 100% certainty would be a lot better. And more information is always welcome.
So, another update to come.
Very nice, the S&S guy: as I was warming up on the bike we chatted, to the friendly level where he told me that he and his girlfriend has split up and that he is studying for a specialisation degree. I always appreciate when people talk to me and go beyond the explanation of what we will do in that session.
On Saturday night, then, I was all pretty in my mini skirt and white smart blouse and new boots, and yes, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought "Cool". Except my hair, that is: not up, not down...must find something to do with it...
When we arrive at the Expo I'm glad it's quite hot, so I have an excuse to take off my jacket. The place is packed but after all there is nothing interesting to see; or if there were, I wouldn't notice, because I am nervously looking for the booth where the gym guys are.
It is the very last stand, and there are lots of people there: I am greeted by one of the guys, whom my friend instantly classifies as P.P. ("Possible Prey"), and I start chatting with the S&S guy, for quite a while too; in the meantime, the B&S guy is stuck to a chair in front of a computer, because his role is to check the pronation of all the volunteers who feel like taking off their shoes and standing on the carpet to see how they stand on their feet. He insists I take the test too, and I take off my lovely boots, and he jokes on my "lovely socks" ("Heck, girl", Cinzia says afterwards, "socks? Teach your man to speak, they are T-I-G-H-T-S!"). I stand looking in front of me, at the Christmas trees of the hall (Christmas trees? In October? Hello?), and I turn twice to look at him who smiles and says "In front of you!".
A minute later I am back in my boots and standing next to him, who's explaining how my feet are pretty ok and I have "passed the test". I smile, concentrated on his dark eyes, the tiny wrinkles around them, the sincere expression of his face. Boy...
We find an excuse to spend some more time there, because Cinzia wants to try a machine to test her legs' strength, so we wait and chat and all the while I am looking at the B&S guy, busy on his computer, and I think "he really likes his job, this is beautiful", and I am not jealous, but happy for him.
Cinzia does the test, so do I, proving to be pretty strong (well...I run!), the guy chats with Cinzia for a bit (and says a lot of stupid banal things, I must say), and then I go and say goodbye to the B&S guy (his back turned towards me, so to get his attention I decide to touch him, but I'm scared I will be too electric, my touch is superlight on the shirt, but enough for him to feel it and turn and smile) and then to the S&S guy. We leave, and if it weren't for the Christmas trees in the hall behind the chairs where the local tv presenter sits and welcomes her hosts for boring useless interviews, if it weren't for those trees, I say, I could look down to the booth again and see him. Nuts.
We end our evening in a place I had never been before, which is actually more for lovers than for a couple of girl-friends who want to talk about how cute a certain guy is and how desperate the situation is, for there is no chance I can ever progress (a-hem...that would be me..Cinzia was concentrating on her crêpe with icecream..).
When I get home I think and think and think.
Then I fall asleep because it's been a long day and the dream of the B&S guy is better than anything to calm me down and lull me into sleep.
In the meantime, Cinzia wants me to find out if the P.P. is "a free man". Which means I'll have to ask and talk merrily with the S&S guy, tomorrow night. Which could also be the way to find out more about the B&S guy. Because I am 95% sure there is no girlfriend about, but a 100% certainty would be a lot better. And more information is always welcome.
So, another update to come.
posted by Peggy @ 10:28 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home