Almost two weeks ago I was at the gym working out with Funny Trainer (FT). He gets that name because he is funny. Most of the time I'm working out with him I have either a stupid grin on my face or a scowl (because he's mean and makes me super exert myself).
We were towards the end of our session and he was having me do these calf push up things. I'm standing on the ball of my left foot, with my right foot hooked behind my ankle and I'm raising myself up and down. FT says something stupid and I laugh.
Then I see him. HT. Walking towards us.
But I can't stop smiling. I keep thinking about the stupid thing that FT said and how it's funny. I think about how hot HT is. I think about how I would give almost anything to amputate my left calf at this moment in time because it flippin burns!
HT asks FT a question, I choose this moment to give HT the once over. Because....well....because he's HOT people. He is HOT.
Picture it, me in all my sweaty not in shape glory bobbing up and down on one foot with a big stupid grin on my face oogling HT.
As my eyes traveled back up to his face (his very cute face) I notice that his eyes are on mine. He smiles a funny little smile and says, "Well hello Bethany."
I immediately avert my eyes and begin desperately searching the ground around my little torture device (also known as exercise machine) for some sort of hole to disappeer into. FT whips around and rolls his eyes at me and says, "Love you, bye" (which is oddly what he says at the end of every session...)
I gratefully sprint into the womens locker room and slink out to my car.
As I'm sitting in the car waiting to regain feeling in my calves it hits me.
HT remembered my name.
I think that means we're getting married next weekend. Hope you can all make it!