I know the title sounds mean. In fact, the post is not going to get any nicer. Let me know if I have overreacted - but not before you read what I have written. Argh, why am I doing this in the first place? I hate myself every other minute for publishing this post. What if she ends up on my blog some day!? On the other hand, if I do not publish what I have written, what should I do with the post?
Anyway, short story long. She invited me to her apartment’s gym for a workout session and I agreed without much thought, reasons being she mentioned that she did not like to do workout on her own, and my fat level was too high I did not think rejecting an invite to a workout session was an option. So that evening, I walked from my place to her apartment. Sweaty and tired, I reached her place about 10-min late, after a 15-min walk. She was waiting at the guardhouse for me, and the first thing I saw when I reached the guardhouse was her grumpy face and from it came a few strings of grumpy text. Okay, so I was late. I can take a grumpy face with some grumpy text. It is ok.
We headed straight for the gym straightaway and I started using the only treadmill in the gym. She had earlier mentioned that she did not like the treadmill. I jogged for about 10-min on the treadmill and from the time I started jogging to the next 180 seconds, she was going around the gym, spending about 20-sec at each workout station and the rest of the time trying to figure out how to use the equipment. When she was done, she told me that she had to the gym’s bathroom. The last thing I would expect a resident user of the gym to do is to go for a 20-min full shower in the gym’s bathroom when her apartment is just nearby. When I was done with my jogging, I did nothing but waited pathetically in the gym for her. She took so freaking long and it pissed me slightly that she came out with washed hair and washed everywhere, and took her own sweet time to put on her socks and shoes. I did not get why she went for a shower in the gym’s bathroom, and why she needed a full shower after a 3-min workout. I could not take the curiosity, so I asked her. She replied that she thought we were going to the next street for dinner, and she wanted to be clean for that. I was comtemplating whether I should just let it go, that she probably was just being considerate and would rather have me wait a lifetime for her to shower, when she told me that she needed to go back to her apartment before leaving for dinner because she wanted to swap her socks and shoes for comfortable slippers. Argh, I was so tired and hungry, and all I wanted was a dinner or maybe even no dinner, so that I could get on my way home for a shower and a good rest. She just had to live in her own life and made me part of it.
Dinner time was not easy. We went to Subway after what she wanted was not available. Argh, she did not want to take her own Subway sandwich because she thought it was too heavy, so fine, we ordered one and shared. Each sandwich meal comes with a drink and two cookies. She chose one cookie and I chose a different one. Once we sat down at our table, I started eating the cookie I chose with my hand, and she was shocked because she thought we were sharing half of each cookie we had chosen, and I was using my hand on the one I was eating! On top of all these nonsense, she was being grumpy and kept challenging me to what I was saying.
I was so glad dinner was over and I could walk home. She offered me a ride home but I was more than eager to walk home on my own.