Last evening I was deliberately seeking 'death' by attending two classes in gym WITHOUT grabbing anything beforehand for energy fuel.
But it was fun albeit having bodyaches now. Annoying Boy was nowhere in sight. Apparently, he has missed a few classes now. Disappeared. Zapped off. Hallelujah!
(Note: Not that I pay any attention to his attendance, I just noticed how much nicer classes were without him) :P
Then I did some female-bonding in the huge Ladies of ours. I spent 20 min in the STEAM ROOM, steaming my hair with 7 other girls; all clothed with just a towel wrapped across the chests. Guys reading this, control yourselves. Come to think of it, I haven't told you all the wonderful 'sightings' and conversations that take place in the Ladies. Picture Playboy mag and National Enquirer (tabloid).
It's amazing how much females can share when they are placed together. We bitched from relationships and work to "What workout do you do for the butt? It's so firm!"
So, all in all, it was a very relaxing evening. Lovely it is, just chilling with the girls sans men. Men, who sometimes send you the wrong signals. Men, who complicate matters. Men, who confuse you.
And men, who converse ever so eloquently to your chests.
>> Feet can't stop tapping to Pure Disco - The Hustle. Cute song.
Posted at 18.11.05 by mizz_angie
