Awkward moments

As I walked into the gym, I held the door open for the person who owned the feet I heard following me down the stairs. I turned to look. Rock Star.

"Oh, hey," he said. I mumbled something equally articulate in response and then we sort of walked to the desk together to punch our numbers in. After successfully signing in, which proved to be no small feat, I smiled brightly and said, "See ya later!" Then I worked out. I was walking around at one point, lost in Liz Phair's Extraordinary (a very good song to listen to in the presence of a boy who blew you off, FYI, and the only song off her latest album that I actually like) and didn't realize we were both about to navigate the same small space between machines. Awkward smiles and more mumbling and that was the end of it.

I relayed the story to The Roommate when I got home, and she suggested I stop dating boys that live in my neighborhood. Which isn't a bad idea, really, since every boy I meet who lives in the hood, including my ex-boyfriend, belongs to my gym. It's getting a little awkward over there. Or I could just kill them when I'm done with them. The Black Widow of the Lower East Side has a nice ring to it, yes? In any case, I'm seriously rethinking the crush on the adorable boy with the shaggy blond hair who lives in my apartment building. Oh yeah, and he goes to my ghetto gym, too.