Thursday, August 9, 2012

The "Delicious Plank"

          “Now that’s a delicious plank.”
         
         That was the most unique, yet sexiest, compliment I have ever got from a guy.

          My feelings for my boot camp teacher get crazier each time I see him. So do his actions. While in a plank, he put his hands on my hips again. Now, no one ever adjusts my plank. I have a reputation from many an instructor of having the “perfect plank.” So I don’t buy his “adjustment”, or lack thereof. Heck, I broke the boot camp record with planking for 5:13 one day.
          
          I would not mind him planking on top of me. ;)  

          I can’t get over his comment! Delicious?!

          While doing jumping jacks, he high-fived each person in rows. When he came by me, all he did was lightly touch my elbow. He was picking on me a lot in class. I went to drink water at one point. He said, “I didn’t know we were taking a water break.” He was introducing an exercise to us and he looked at me, saying, “You could probably do it.” He caught me leaning against the bar. I guess I looked bored. He needs to increase the intensity. He said I look too relaxed leaning against the bar. During one of the 10-second breaks, I looked up at him as I was kneeling. He gave me that look. And a nod.

         Forget working out. He makes me sweat.  

         The clincher was after class. he asks who wants a “secret” shake that he makes. You have to buy a punch card for it. I never bought one, but he has given me a free one before. He asked for a show of hands. He looked at me and I shook my head.
         
          “Oh man, you are almost perfect!” he said, shaking his head.

          I got so red. I felt everyone staring at me! I can’t believe he said that!

          While in my bliss, I watched him making shakes. My thoughts in my head:

          “He looks so cute making that shake…..I like his back….I wonder what he looks like shirtless….”

         I was undressing him with my eyes. I liked what I saw.

         I snapped myself back to reality when I overheard that he will make pancakes after tomorrow’s 6 a.m. class. A guy that cooks?! Marry me.

         Supposedly he makes good pancakes. How adorable. I don’t see any flaws. I like his athleticism, his entreprenualship, his body, his personality (professional, yet fun), his body, humorous, nice teeth, his body, he cooks. Did I mention his body?

          I am not a morning exerciser. I would have to wake up at 5 a.m.! But he can be my motivation. I would not mind seeing him first thing in the morning. And eating those pancakes.

I am finding it very hard to control my feelings when I see my boot camp instructor. I don’t even know if he is single. But I tell myself that I should not even bother because my parents would not approve. This really hurts me because he seems like a great guy. I don’t know what to do. I can enjoy it as a crush, but I can definitely see myself with him. He is boyfriend material!

He is almost—no—he is perfect. And I bet his pancakes are as delicious as my plank. ;) Mmmmm plancakes.

Keepin’ it real,
              Realist

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