“I went to the beach,” I said, smiling.
“And you made it here.”
“I’m dedicated.” And I kinda wanted
to see you.
The crazy thing is that I had a dream about him and boot camp!
He was instructing that class. Afterwards, I talked to the female
instructor about everything—from running to Russia.
The “B” walked in and plopped himself on an exercise ball, between
me and the female instructor. I see him staring
at me. What is he looking at!?
“What are you?”
I get this question a lot!
Especially in that area.
One girl walked in and thought I was Portuguese. Must be my killa
tan. ;)
I have gotten Guatemalan, Polish, Russian, Brazilian, etc. Everything
but Ukrainian.
“Ukrainian? Wow….” said the “B.”
Hmmm…is he digging the Uke? The cat eye? (The Disbeliever swears I
have cat eyes. <>.<>)
He would not tell me what he thought I was. Interesting….
“Are you from here?”
Why does everyone think I am a foreigner?!
He is Jamaican. I told him one of my friends is Jamaican and I can’t
understand anything she says.
“I can’t understand anything you Russians say.”
Oh no he did not!
Pet peeve: being called Russian! There is a difference!
He proceeded to say that the female instructor, who is Hungarian, is
also Russian. She told me to call him Haitian when he calls me Russian. So I did.
There was a bit of flirting going on. I can’t believe he wanted to
know my nationality.
I continued talking to the female instructor. He came by and brought
his rollerblades. He was going to rollerblade home, about five blocks away, at
10:30 p.m. He was laying down on the couch as I walked out one of the doors.
“Will you make your pancakes after class tomorrow?”
The female instructor said that is how to get me to go to class.
“I need an incentive.”
I have never worked out that early (6 a.m.) My body would think it’s
still sleeping. But his pancakes can be my motivation. ;)
He told me the female lesbian duo Tatu has a good song—they are
making out in the video, which he said was “well filmed”. He pointed out that
they are Russian. What is he implying? Is he fantasizing about the instructor
and I?
He asked me if I am walking home. Awww. He cares. I said I am
driving home. He blew me a kiss with a peace sign.
He left with the female instructor, who is missing one tooth and is
way older than him. She told me that she dated a Russian guy and never again. I
told her I don’t want to date my own kind. I like them different—Spanish. I should
have said black!
I don’t know why they both walked—well, he rollerbladed-- home together.
I thought he lives down south. Unless he is staying somewhere in the area
because he has to make pancakes after class. But who is he staying with? The
instructor? I will find out.
I drove past them to spy. I honked and shouted “Haitian!” He was
rollerblading and talking on the phone. The female instructor was walking way
behind him. They don’t act like they are together.
I would be waking up for boot camp in four hours. But I would rather
continue my dream about him.
Oh well, no pancakes for me. I could go for breakfast in bed though.
;)
Keepin’ it real,
Realist
I love how even though they left together and went the same direction you still think nothing of it
ReplyDeleteI know why now.... ;)
ReplyDeleteWho was right? Booyachasha
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing going on there. I asked the source and I don't see it anyway.
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