Where Do I Know You From?

Tonight, for the first time, my internet dating life crossed over into my real life. It was creepy. I did not like it.

I was at the gym minding my own business, chugging along on the elliptical when it happened. Now, I've been working out at this gym for almost 6 years now (Good Lord. I cannot believe it's been that long.) The funny part is, I don't even live in that part of town anymore. I'm such a creature of habit that I drive 5 miles out of my way to go to my old gym, when there is a perfectly nice, newly remodeled gym just the other side of downtown (near where I live, within not-so-safe walking distance) that I could go to. But I'm comfortable at my old gym, so I keep going. (Truth be told, I'm a little bit afraid of the downtown gym. And I don't mean afraid of the bums who might accost me on the way there, though I should be. I mean, I'm kind of shy. If I'm going to workout, I prefer it be in a comfortable environment. I think maybe I'm turning autistic. Is that possible?)

Anyway, as I was saying... I was chugging away on the elliptical actually enjoying myself. (I know! Weird.) In walks this guy. Kind of chubby, creepy looking, wearing a cap that is obviously covering up a hideous blonde combover. It was none other than LunchTodayOK! OMFG.

I don't think he recognized me, but I certainly recognized him. It was weird. As soon as I saw him, I knew it was him. He probably thought I was totally checking him out, because I kept looking at him, horrified, yet strangely fascinated to see him in person. And petrified that he would recognize me or worse yet! Try to talk to me. I would die. Just die.

Luckily, I escaped without him trying to engage me in conversation. I don't think he is stalking me as I remember from his profile that he lives in that part of town. Plus, I never responded to any of his emails. And, I've never mentioned in my profile where I work out. But! In the almost 6 years that I've been going to that gym, I've certainly never seen him there. I choose to believe that it was just a creepy, god awful coincidence.

UPDATE!!!

I'm a proud non-smoker! I still haven't smoked since last Wednesday. The weekend went fairly well. I even went out on Saturday night. And drank! And managed not to smoke. Yay me!

I've found that the most difficult time of the day is late afternoon, just before the end of work. That's when I crave a cigarette the most. But, armed with my mantra (I am a proud non-smoker), I keep on keepin' on. Yay me!