I'm fast... at running!

Otay. So after a nice hour long walk and freezing my nuts off at the park I had a nap cause... it's good to be me. Then to the clinic where we had to do five 800 metre sprints at race pace (which would be about 3.20 for me). I clocked in at 3 minutes for the first two and then about 3.11 for the next three. Everyone's sleeping now, aren't they? People are reading this, thinking "there she goes whinging about running again" and go off to watch "The Simple Life" or something. Well, those people are missing out. After I came back from the clinic I bumped into this guy that I've seen a few times in the elevator before. Quite good looking and always very friendly to me. Obviously it appears that I've been out running and we chat about that for a bit (my elevator is so slow you can read and entire People magazine getting from my floor to the lobby). Anyways, he tells me he's made too much dinner and would I like to join him. Naturally I was pretty astounded, what with being an antisocial bitch and all. I started to mumble about being sweaty and disheveled and he kept pressing me and said, "Look, just go home and freshen up and then come over: it'll be fun". And fun it was. First off, his apartment was amazing and he has excellent taste in art, books, music, wine and is an amazing cook. And an effortless entertainer. I was a little more relaxed in jeans and a t-shirt (I can shower and be out the door looking half-human in 20 minutes). He's from Lebanon and his name is Ali and we had the most fascinating conversation about his travels and his experiences. Ali's one of those guys that, at 42, has packed more into his life than I could in three lifetimes (cause I'm a wimp and I'm scared to leave my apartment). Anyways, he asked all the pertinent questions about mine and I was able to offer such titillating tidbits as, "I'm a bookkeeper" and "I run marathons" and "I've been to Kitimat". Oh, and "I drive a Civic". Naturally he was intrigued. He then asked about my relationship status to which I replied that I was in a serious, long term relationship and he gave the age old quip "Of course you are, I was foolish to think someone as beautiful and cultured as you could be single" and I kind of choked a bit on the Cabernet I was drinking. We talked about music, books and movies and then he brought up the concept of monogamy. I indicated that I was monogamous by nature and (un)surprisingly it appears that he has quite liberal views on relationships and how they should operate. I will interject here that on two or three occasions I have seen him with a stunningly beautiful tall blonde that dresses and moves like a model (or what I think a model might move like if I had ever met one - actually I did once, but I was like 7 or something and she wasn't particularly friendly to me or my brother - but that's neither here nor there). So I asked him about Enya or whatever I had envisioned her name to be (it's Heather) and he said that she is a consultant of some sort and travels a lot and they've agreed to have an open relationship. Hm. Ali lives on the fifth floor. A booty call a mere five floors away? A well traveled, articulate, witty, sensual, hedonistic, wine loving good cook five floors away that is enthralled with my boyish figure? "Take me," I said. He replied, "Right after the creme brulee".
Not all of the above is true.
I LOVE creme brulee.
In reality I was the fastest girl in the clinic cause... I'm not sure why. I guess I was just less sore than some of the other people. I kept up with Michael for 4 of the 5 laps and I think it unnerved him greatly.
Then a bunch of us went to Starbucks and I had a pumpkin spice latte and it wasn't very good and I really should not spend such a ridiculous amount of money on a fruity coffee when 2.5 of those coffees could buy me a Cono Sur Viognier which is awesome.
But seriously, there is a hot guy in my building that I see occasionally who tries to be friendly and converse with me and I turn red, stare at my feet and say, "Math is hard".