Sweaty Love

When I am at the gym, I am really just there to work out. I don't wear cute little tops, even though I have my cool Lulu Lemon pants (which are FANTASTIC by the way), but I don't put on makeup because I'm not thinking that I will meet a guy. My skin is pasty, I'm sweaty, and I make weird noises when I lift weights...so if anyone is attracted to this hot mess in the course of a workout, I am going to be shocked.

But today, my world was turned upside-down. I met a cute Jewish guy. He actually made me self-conscious about my outfit choice and then I thought...did I brush my teeth this morning? (the answer is yes.) (I think.)

The great thing about meeting someone at the gym is that I am looking and acting as disgustingly awful as I possibly can, so if you still want a piece of this after I drip sweat all over your body and you hear me grunt and yell 'C'mon baby, you can give me one more!!!'...MARRY ME!