It's been a good day. School consisted mainly of "personal planning" for the shooting class we're holding next week (that is, we had the whole day to ourselves) shared only with a Body Balance class before lunch. (23 guys trying yoga for the first time. Fucking best ever.)
After school I went over with the guys to the gym. Robin let me try his suspicious (but completely legal) training improving powder thing, Rage, and told me after I had finished it that I would soon notice a tingling sensation in my skin and that I would not fall asleep before midnight. I gave him the finger.
But the gym was nice. I am starting to get the hang of it, and went around chatting with the guys between the exercises.
When I got back at something past nine I got a text from Robin. "I'm starting to feel a bit guilty here. You think you'll be able to sleep tonight?"
I replied, "I am now making minced meat and hanging my laundry. What do you think?"
We texted back and fourth for almost an hour, ending with him inviting me over if I couldn't sleep. I declined, but the offer still hangs over my head.
Fuck me backwards, but I just can't get the tiny feeling out of my head that we are, as innocent as it might be... flirting.
But probably I'm just being too cynical. I often do that.
Ps. The guys downstairs are having a party in the apartment below mine. I hate them.
After school I went over with the guys to the gym. Robin let me try his suspicious (but completely legal) training improving powder thing, Rage, and told me after I had finished it that I would soon notice a tingling sensation in my skin and that I would not fall asleep before midnight. I gave him the finger.
But the gym was nice. I am starting to get the hang of it, and went around chatting with the guys between the exercises.
When I got back at something past nine I got a text from Robin. "I'm starting to feel a bit guilty here. You think you'll be able to sleep tonight?"
I replied, "I am now making minced meat and hanging my laundry. What do you think?"
We texted back and fourth for almost an hour, ending with him inviting me over if I couldn't sleep. I declined, but the offer still hangs over my head.
Fuck me backwards, but I just can't get the tiny feeling out of my head that we are, as innocent as it might be... flirting.
But probably I'm just being too cynical. I often do that.
Ps. The guys downstairs are having a party in the apartment below mine. I hate them.
the_matt79:
Funny how sometimes you accidentally find yourself flirting when you didn't quite expect it to.
accuser:
Yeah, I knew when writing that that your answer would be the wildest. I have to say I'm impressed. Partially because I fear you will inflict grievous bodily harm on me if I don't, but mostly because I actually am. Thanks for the welcome.