The following two scenarios will be unfolding in parallel universes this evening. Unfortunately one of them typically only exists in my imagination, but maybe my endorphin high will help me to find some gumption.
Gumptionless, Typical Penny Thursday:
New apartment –> Fitness Center –> No gym membership needed –> Canceling gym membership tonight –> Goodbye forever, Gym God <<wipes sad tear>>
Gumptionful Meet Cute, Atypical Penny Thursday:
New apartment –> Fitness Center –> No gym membership needed –> Canceling gym membership tonight –> Low-risk opportunity to proposition Gym God
I should just do it, right? Only four salient facts lie between myself and a RomCom-worthy Meet Cute: 1. he is beautiful, 2. he likely has a beautiful lover, 3. I am the most awkward ever, 4. the gym is never a convenient place in which to pick up a potential date.
But, we have this blog and I’ve been boring lately… (Blogs are an AWESOME excuse to do shit you’d never do otherwise, btw.)
Therefore, this evening will find me with a slip of paper, on which is written my name and number*, in my pocket. Should the opportunity present itself, I will slip this paper to Gym God and walk away to resume my workout.
Laters, baby. I’m off to find some gumption. (I should download this song for my iPod, obviously.)
*Last time I gave a guy my number he ended up being a fantastic friend**, so this can’t end too badly, right?
**Who quickly became annoying because he wanted to hang out all the time and wouldn’t take a hint***.
***Still getting random invites, six months later…