Cute guy shocked me.....

Cute boy shockedme. Cute boy with the blonde highlights in the white t-shirt, brown shorts with the white racing stripe down the side shocked me. It took me about two minutes after the initial shock to realize that cute boy was not speaking some foreign language but ENGLISH.

"What did you say?"

"Are you reading A Confederacy of Dunces?"

"Yeah, I'm just beginning it." (The treadmill that I was on kicked it up a notch at that moment causing me to stumble........grace, thy name is John)

"It's one of my all time favorite books."

"Kewl!"

"It's just so satirical and intrinsic."

"Kewl." (Note to self, learn other words!)

"Well, I just saw you reading it and wanted to see how you liked it."

"That's kewl." (FOR CHRIST SAKE AT LEAST GET A FREAKING THESAURUS FOR OTHER WORDS TO REPLACE KEWL)

Cute boy left and began running on the treadmill. I looked at the three books in front of me. I picked up the book he was talking about and quickly returned it to the holder. I couldn't read it now cause it would look like I'm only reading it cause he had mentioned it. Dammit, cute boy shocked me~!

My Guy, My Guy, My Guy, Talking bout...Myyyyy Guyyyyy.

Me and my friend Catarina went to the Harrington Slots last night. On the trip over we kept noticing hot guys all along the way. It seemed to be boys in tight jeans with wife beaters and tattoos night. We were LOVING IT!

Everywhere we seemed to stop guys seemed to swarm. It was eye candy night, and we were window shopping. Me being in my usual amorous nature, could barely control myself. After several leers, jeers and impromptu braking, we finally made it to the slots.

We walked in the door and immediately came face to face with a 5'12, white, bone-thin, secuirty guard wearing tan trousers and a green button up shirt. His top front teeth seemed to just hang over his bottom lip. He was geeky/goofy looking and totally not my type. Before the door even shut from our entrance, he shouted very loudly, "I'M YOUR GUY!"

My friend Catarina immediately turned to me and said, "There you go!"

Pretty Packages

I had just finished working out on the treadmill when I went to the lockerroom to change. I had opened my locker and taken off my shirt when the guy I noticed earlier in the locker room showed up.

He was about 6'1, pale skin. His hair was dark with speckles of gray and he had a four oclock shadow on his face. His body was average, not defined but not stocky.

I looked down at the folds of fat that slight bulged over the waistband of my sweatpants. I was instantly embarrassed. I did not want to undress in front of this man. Unfortunately, he was stationed at the mirror right across from my locker isle watching the girls softball game that was being show on the monitor above the mirror.

Grabbing my towel I wrapped it around me to try and hide the offensive flesh from sight. With the towel secured around my waist, I tried to take my sweatpants and underwear down, without showing too much. That's when I got interrupted by my handsome man.

Turning around to see me half bent with my hands up the my towel he said, "OMG, did you see how FAT that first baseman was???"

"No."

"OMG, she was HUGE. I can't believe how BIG she was."

He turned back around still exclaiming to himself and the monitor about the girls weight. I quickly undressed and headed for the shower changing my opinion of the man. I should know by now to beware of things in pretty packages.