I was super lazy this morning so I didn’t get out for my run til well after 9 am (thankfully I’m a grad student, so I can work whatever hours I want). As I headed out of the park on my way back home, I came across a friend’s boyfriend. I knew it was too much to hope that I didn’t look like a hot mess. He was very nice though and remarked on how much he admired both me and his gf for keeping up with our running after the 5K a couple of weeks ago. His lovely Irish accent helped distract me from how god-awful I likely looked and we ended up having a nice chat.
We said our goodbyes when we reached my building. As I approached the main entrance, I saw one of the other tenants locking up his bike. It was one of the hot Australian rugby players. And I looked like unutterable shit. Great.
There was something wrong with the front doors which left us unable to open them, so I suggested we use the side entrance. He graciously opened the gate for me and we chatted a bit. Of course, the first thing out of his mouth was, ‘So, did you enjoy your run?’ I replied with something inane, as per my usual. We parted ways at the top of the stairs. I hurriedly unlocked my door and ran into the bathroom to see how awful I looked.
Oh. Holy. Jesus.
Besides the usual sheen of sweat and curly/frizzy afro-like halo of hair encircling my head, I had the added bonus of unknowingly displaying more cleavage than I had intended. I had intended to show none. And adorning said cleavage? A half dozen bugs a la Jess.
‘Hot mess’ was an understatement.
I don’t think I’ll be hitting the snooze button again for the foreseeable future.
Ci vediamo dopo.
Italian Phrases of the Day:
From Vanilla’s pick-up lines for runners:
Ti piace rapido? Posso essere rapido.
You like fast? I can be fast.
Sono le tue gambe doloranti? Perché hanno corso attraverso la mia mente tutto il giorno.
Are your legs sore? Because they’ve been running through my mind all day.
#71 and 70 from the AFI movie quotes list:
Aspetta un momento, aspetta un momento. Non sentite niente già!
‘Wait a minute, wait a minute. You ain't heard nothin' yet!’ (The Jazz Singer, 1927)
'Is it safe?' (Marathon Man, 1976)