Hot chick? Advice, please.

by singlemomseeking on March 29, 2009

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I recently asked my new guy if he wanted to work out with me.

Here’s how it happened: He was asking if I had any free time during the week to get together, and I explained that any breaks in my schedule (not many!) find me at the gym in the evening. (I wasn’t about to give up my evening cardio classes. No matter how cute he was.) Even though I’m not a biker, I’ve started to spin during the week, when I’m not kickboxing. All that jumping during kickboxing can be hard on my knees and ankles, so spinning has been a good addition.

Anyway, he’s an avid cycler who climbs those really steep Bay Area hills.  But he has never taken a spinning class. So, this week, I invited him as a guest to my gym, and he said: “I’d love to come.”

There was another bonus: he also got to meet my single mom friend who works out with me. (And, yes, he passed the potential boyfriend bogus test!)

Who knew that working out together could be so sexy? For an hour, we spun side-by-side, sweating, and on the way out of class, however, he had something to tell me: “I think I’m going to join the gym.”

Me: “You are?”

Him: “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about joining a gym for a while, and that class was really great.”

Me: “Do you really think I’m buying this?”

He reached out and offered to fill up my water bottle.

Me: “Look, if this doesn’t work out, I was spinning here first. Okay?”

Fortunately, he gets my dry sense of humor — and he laughed.

Which leads me to back this week’s spin class.

My all-time favorite spin teacher is Robert, whose class is a mix of exercise and performance art. It’s not just about cycling. We sing along to the lyrics — loudly. (Maybe this is how Robert makes sure that we’re breathing?)

Robert also loves to hop off his bike during class to “play” his blow-up air guitar — or shake maracas in between the stationary bikes. For real.

Every once in a while, Robert announces a give-away contest: one student can win a copy of the evening’s spin mix. (He never fails to add a joke: “So, you not only get the CD, but there’s a Cadillac waiting downstairs for you.”)

It’s easy to enter the contest: all you have to do is write your name on the back of your spin ticket, and a winner is chosen at the end of class.

I should have known better. In a rush to set up my bike, I let my guy fill out my name on my ticket. I didn’t even think about it.

So, here we are, at the end of class, and it’s time to choose a winner from the hat. Another student reaches into the hat and reads out loud in front of 40+ folks:

“Hot chick.”

Silence. Robert seems confused. So, he takes the ticket and repeats out loud: “Hot chick.”

All of a sudden, my cute spinning partner is pointing at me. WTF?

Robert catches on: “Rachel is the hot chick!”

Me: Blushing.

Sure, I was thrilled to win the CD. But I’m not sure how I feel about this new nickname.

hot-chick

In the hallway right after class, someone whizzed by me: “Hey, hot chick.”

Oh, swell.

Here’s what I want to know. Are we moving too fast?

We haven’t even changed our Facebook statuses…. and now we belong to the same gym?

What do you think?


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