Wednesday, April 7, 2010


I have a lot of friends.

I'm not trying to be an asshole, but I truly value friendship, so when I find people I get along with, I make an effort to communicate with them.

I also have a mild obsession with Sex and the City. 

So last night I was having dinner with two friends - one was my former trainer, Viper* (who is expecting a baby in October.) The other was the nutritionist at the gym, Christmas* (who just got engaged.) I know - crazy, right?

As we enjoyed dinner and catching up, the subject somehow turned to my love life (or lack thereof.) As is fairly typical of that subject, I was telling the story of CageFighter. 

Let me stop right here and tell you about how freaked out I am by CageFighter's apparent love for me. I guess "freaked out" isn't the right phrase - totally confused is more the sentiment. 

You see, he has been telling me since I graduated that he loved me all through high school - and I never really believed him. Ten years later he is still chanting the same mantra, and I'm starting to think he may be serious.

So I was telling the girls all about this. I was explaining to them that he is a good-looking guy, with a smoking hot body - he could probably get lots of girls. I just can't understand why, after all these years, he still thinks I'm the one he wants. It really makes no sense. 

I'm not trying to be down on myself - like "why would he possibly want me?" Let's face it - I'm a catch. I'm just saying that he is travelling the world, meeting all kinds of people, we communicate mainly via IM, and see each other very rarely. I'm really inconvenient to his world.

Either way, I'm telling them this story and they ask what the problem is. 

Having never really thought about it before, I tell them that there is no denying that he's attractive. And I'm certainly  physically attracted to him. He has some maturity issues that need to be worked out (Viper pointed out that her husband is 27 years old and still has some maturity issues that he needs to work out), and I'm not sure I'm in love with the idea of dating a "fighter." 

So we talk about this for a while and then I say, "my biggest problem is probably the tattoo he has on his chest. It is a picture of his mom." 

Viper turned to me and said, "I think we have just entered an episode of Sex and the City."

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