I survived 90 minutes of 120 degree yoga with Jake.
I am lightheaded, exhausted, feeling spacey, no appetite, and I might be slowly dying. Not too sure.
But it's over. And it really wasn't as bad as I expected.
He went home to shower after and then came to hangout at my place. We watched tv, talked a lot, hooked up, and went to sleep. Overall, a good evening.
However - right before yoga class the X factor facetimed. I answered in my bikram yoga outfit and he asked, "what are you wearing and where are you going?"
Me: "I have a bikram yoga date tonight, I am nervous - I told you about it before."
X: "Date?!? You don't like guys who do yoga, you like manly men, what the fuck!?"
Me: "I am trying something new, it could be a whole new chapter of Elle."
X:"This is stupid, call me after."
Me:"I can't call you after, we are hanging out after."
X:"What do you mean? You'll be all sweaty and gross, and need showers."
Me:"My house has a shower you know..."
X:"He isn't going to come over to your place...."
Me: "X, he has ALREADY been to my place. Remember that whole leading a double life thing I mentioned last week? Well this is it."
X:"I can't handle this, I can't talk, I gotta go" (looks visibly ill)
Inflicting misery on my X is NOT my intention. But WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK HAPPENS WHEN YOU BREAK UP AND CANT MAKE UP YOUR MIND?
I sit around all day and do nothing?
I wait for you anxiously to grow a pair and MAN up?
I am too young, and too hot to sit around waiting for him to wake up.
I am still "waiting" in a way (til Aug 1) but as you all know - I have been hitting the dating game hard. So he is an idiot to think that I've went on 1000000 dates and liked none of them.
Wishful thinking, doc.
Anyways, let's see when I see Jake again. He's slowly growing on me.
Ahnd also texted - hopefully seeing him this weekend as well...and PRAYING he kisses me, good grief.
That's all for now,