06-02-2005 - 8:17 p.m.
Call me Venus, everyone.
Last week I took my first tennis lesson and have officially become obsessed with playing. Who knew tennis was such good exercise? I thought it was just slapping balls around until I saw the Daisy Fuentes ads in Shape Magazine saying that an hour of tennis playing burns more calories than using the cross trainer. It's not only a great workout (you freaking hustle and are sore for days!) but it's also tons of fun. My friend Jen and I are taking lessons together and today we went for round 2. We're working it! Soon we'll be halfway decent.
I'm so torn about Abs Boy. I mean, he's really good looking, has an exceptional body, is focused, smart, determined, and for some odd reason actually likes me. He calls me all the time and we chat for hours. Ok, scratch that. HE chats for hours. That's the big thing wrong with him! It's not the whole "we're the same height" thing thats bugging me. It's the fact that he blabs on and on and on and ON about his freaking job and about money. This kid is literally obsessed with money. To the point where he's constantly throwing out monetary figures. I know such random things as how much he makes, how much his father makes (cha-ching!), how much his car payment is per month, how much his paycheck for 4 days of work was last week, how much his shirt he wore on Friday night cost, how much his Louis Vuitton wallet cost, how much a girl training him at work made last year, how much commission he gets etc. etc. etc. It's just all about money, all the time.
Ironically as I was typing that last paragraph, who called but Abs Boy himself. And it's now almost 2 and half hours later. The conversation started out with the usual boring as hell work talk where he tells me about medical equipment and other nonsensical things that mean nothing to me. But somehow tonight I was able to steer him towards other topics of conversation, and I must admit it went pretty damn well. The boy is actually capable of talking about things besides money and work!!! As I'm sitting here bitching about him, I'm realizing that maybe I'm half the problem. Boys are totally trainable... I just need to help him learn that we don't talk about our careers so much! (Or how much our mother's prescription refill cost for that matter.)
This weekend I'm actually taking a break from Abs Boy to go on a date with Jewish Boy, a setup courtesy of my sister. I met him a few weeks back and proclaimed him my "future husband" only to never see and/or speak to him again. But then he randomly asked my sister for my digits and here we are about to go out. It's amazing how someone reading this might mistake me for one giant Pimp Mama, but the truth of the matter is that this is more male attention than I've gotten in the entire past 2 years. It's funny how boy things work out. There's either no mens in your life, or too many!
