There's this girl/lady/woman (whatever) in my yoga class. She's tall, has these awesome lean muscles that I covet. And she totally kicks ass at yoga. I pretty much have a girl crush on her. Not in a "Katy Perry" way, but in a "I wish we could be bff" way. I've seen her at yoga for about a year and we've never spoken. We don't even smile at each other. Basically she doesn't even know who I am.
On my long run last Saturday, I ended up in Huntington Beach which is one town North of me. And who do I see ALSO running? Yep, my girl crush (G.C.). You can imagine my excitement when I find out she is also a runner. All these visions of me and my new best friend - going to yoga together, running together. Getting tea afterwards, talking about yoga and running. Then going out to bars at night and having men fall all over us cuz we are such kick ass yogi's and runners. We shop together for yoga and running clothes, go to races together, go on yoga retreat vacations together. It's just a perfect friendship. (Maybe we can even get matchy matchy BFF Yoga Running Tattoos - ok totally exaggerating on that one).
Well, the universe brought us into the locker room at yoga last night at the same time. BOTH just arriving from work (yet another thing we have in common). So this is my chance. My chance to start the communication that will lead us to being best friends forever ever.
This is how it shakes down:
Me: So, are you a runner too?
Me: Oh, I saw you running in HB last Saturday.
G.C.: Yes, I run in HB.
Me: Oh. (Smiles and walks out)
Yep, that was it.
God, I suck at making friends. Or maybe she is just a bitch. Good thing I'm not a dude or I would still be a virgin.
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