So I woke up at 6:30AM today to drag myself to the gym. I arrived and sure enough, Clay was already there working out… with his shirt off. I was working out, burned 300 calories as I watched him pumped iron and do his thing. He watches himself in the mirror as he worked out and even flexed his boobs. I’d lie if I said I didn’t like it.
We talked to each other in the locker room when I exited the sauna. From what I found out about him today is that he’s 30 years old, he sleeps before 9PM and he doesn’t go out. Those are all great qualities in a husband, according to Rohrer when I told her. However, he still haven’t called. I wonder if it’s because I was too non-chalent with him when he asked me to coffee. He says he was free Monday and my response was, “Well, why don’t you call me. If you get my voicemail then leave a message.” Ugh! I really need to take a good look at myself to why I’m blowing off what seem to be a nice genuine guy. I think I’m afraid to let someone in as much as I want to let them go. If I keep my distance, I’m always in control.
Oh well… Another one down the drain I guess. I’m not waiting by the phone. If he calls, he calls. Well, I always have my phone with me, but you catch the drift.