A chef and a personal trainer?
These are two things I have dreamed about having my whole life.
As much as I like to cook, I prefer that delicious food just appear in front of me. And Lord knows I hate doing dishes!
And a personal trainer is a luxury I envision that would just bestow on me Claudia Schiffer's body with very little effort on my part (obviously they will also be giving me some sort of amazing treatment to stretch my 5'2'' frame to 6'2'').
But seriously... What more could a girl want? A chef and personal trainer seem to good to be true.
But that is what Stephen is. A chef. And a personal trainer.
The mystery of why he has the nicest arms I've ever seen has been solved.
Oh, did I mention he is super nice and intelligent?
Oh, and that he's Greek?
And Lord knows I love everything about Greece. Greek people. Greek food. Greek tragedies. Greek gods. I was a Philosophy major-- of course I love that country!
(Don't really love the rioting and their financial planning inability, but hey! once that is sussed I would consider moving there)
And he managed to explain soccer to me in a way that it actually made sense. God bless my Pittsburgh roommates, who try as they might, could not make understand soccer. It was literally like they were speaking Greek.
We met at a bar in Manhattan Beach and had barely ordered drinks before he told me he was a personal trainer. The first time we met we didn't cover job, family, how we ended up in Cali, etc... So when I learned he was a personal trainer any desire I had to eat ran out the door faster than a fat kid chasing the ice cream truck. But after watching him scarf down a whole basket of bread I decided he was someone I could eat in front of since he obviously wasn't opposed to carbs or booze. We shared a crab cake and some chipotle calamari and delved into the questions of how we ended up in Cali, what we love and hate about it, and which Olympic moment was our favorite.
The conversation was so nice and so easy. I was really having a great time and I wasn't even working at it! We've all been on the dates where you have to make an effort to find things to talk about, or you say something that is off-putting, or worse, you hear them say something off-putting, and its just awkward.
This date wasn't like that all, as much as I kind of wished it had been. I truly enjoyed spending time with him and if I had gone out with him when we met a few months ago, then maybe when I met Zach and he asked me out my answer would have been "Sorry..."
But we didn't go out then.
And now the situation is different.
And all I could think of as I left the bar was "He's great, but he just isn't Zach."
These are two things I have dreamed about having my whole life.
As much as I like to cook, I prefer that delicious food just appear in front of me. And Lord knows I hate doing dishes!
And a personal trainer is a luxury I envision that would just bestow on me Claudia Schiffer's body with very little effort on my part (obviously they will also be giving me some sort of amazing treatment to stretch my 5'2'' frame to 6'2'').
But seriously... What more could a girl want? A chef and personal trainer seem to good to be true.
But that is what Stephen is. A chef. And a personal trainer.
The mystery of why he has the nicest arms I've ever seen has been solved.
Oh, did I mention he is super nice and intelligent?
Oh, and that he's Greek?
And Lord knows I love everything about Greece. Greek people. Greek food. Greek tragedies. Greek gods. I was a Philosophy major-- of course I love that country!
(Don't really love the rioting and their financial planning inability, but hey! once that is sussed I would consider moving there)
And he managed to explain soccer to me in a way that it actually made sense. God bless my Pittsburgh roommates, who try as they might, could not make understand soccer. It was literally like they were speaking Greek.
We met at a bar in Manhattan Beach and had barely ordered drinks before he told me he was a personal trainer. The first time we met we didn't cover job, family, how we ended up in Cali, etc... So when I learned he was a personal trainer any desire I had to eat ran out the door faster than a fat kid chasing the ice cream truck. But after watching him scarf down a whole basket of bread I decided he was someone I could eat in front of since he obviously wasn't opposed to carbs or booze. We shared a crab cake and some chipotle calamari and delved into the questions of how we ended up in Cali, what we love and hate about it, and which Olympic moment was our favorite.
The conversation was so nice and so easy. I was really having a great time and I wasn't even working at it! We've all been on the dates where you have to make an effort to find things to talk about, or you say something that is off-putting, or worse, you hear them say something off-putting, and its just awkward.
This date wasn't like that all, as much as I kind of wished it had been. I truly enjoyed spending time with him and if I had gone out with him when we met a few months ago, then maybe when I met Zach and he asked me out my answer would have been "Sorry..."
But we didn't go out then.
And now the situation is different.
And all I could think of as I left the bar was "He's great, but he just isn't Zach."
I tried so hard to explain it! Maybe if I were a gorgeous guy with nice arms I would've gotten through :)
ReplyDeleteLove, your Pittsburgh roommate
You did try to so hard! You managed to make me a knowledgable football fan though! Which was quite the miracle as well! Miss you much!
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