A Little Moment, A Little More Happiness
Best. Day. Ever. When someone asks for your number it always brightens your day:
Sierra and I were working out at the gym, lifting free weights and getting sooo buff. I noticed the abnormally number of attractive males, one in particualy who was dressed slightly punk (my weakness). We innocently eyed each other as I thought to myself, "I wish I was brave enough to talk to him." Later we attempted an ab workout called the "prayer" and for some reason I couldn't get in the correct form. A muscley, preppy and obvious gym rat showed me ther right form and later asked if he could join us haha. We left after that.
Walking out of the gym, out of the corner of my eye I see Mr. Slightly-Punk running around the track. I try to mumble something to Sierra, "that's him" as he comes running toward me, with full concentration on me. And like a scripted movie, he says something like, "I know this is kind of weird, but can I have your number to call you sometime?" HOLY SHNIT! Yes! I was very energetic and nice (according to Sierra). All I really remember is concentrating and trying so hard not to shake as I was writing my number down. That moment seems so clear in my head. This is what I needed. A little pick me up, a little hope. Even if he doesn't call (which he will be *crazy* not to), it will still make me smile.
That afternoon at Safeway, I tried to pay for my groceries with my OSU ID card. The checker said that it made his day haha. The small moments are always the ones that make you the happiest.
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