Since I have been creating my masterpiece, I have been so incredibly exhausted of guys that I can't even fathom going on a date and having to listen to their work issues, car problems and blah, blah, blah. I know it sounds bitchy, egocentric, whiny, and probably a whole slew of other adjectives I'll leave to your pretty little imaginations. As obnoxious as the reasons for my current aversion to dating may seem, they are true. Verdad. Pravda. You get it.

Just to clarify, this doesn't mean I'm in like a dry spell or anything. I'm just choosing to date people who are perfectly fine being kept at an arm's length and do not expect any more from me. Don't call me if you're sick. Don't think I can help you write the copy for your new social media proposal. Don't ask me who my dog's vet is. At the end of the day, I have nothing left to give. So rewind to yesterday when I poked my head out of the fit station and caught a glimpse of a very attractive guy; and since my new thing is only dating hot guys (but I never seeeeeee any!), I thought I could make an exception. I'm not one for sticking with rules anyway. We stared at each other for a second until I felt my face blush, realized I was overheating and retreated to help his sisters try on some groove pants. Oh, but I didn't know they were his sisters at that point, so when he turned the corner to give his consultation I was like, Awwww  this is such a cute family affair! Then I thought, Say something. No because what are you going to say? They are probably from out of town anyway, so just say something. Oh but now it will sound forced because I've thought about it too long. But then I thought, Do one thing a day that scares you! and said in the general direction of said guy and his madre, "So are you visiting from out of town?"

"Yeah, we are...from Colorado. Well, we are," she said motioning towards her daughters fitting rooms, "He lives here."

"Oh you live here?"

"Yeah, well I'm in med school at Georgetown..." Now I immediately thought, This guy is too young for me, but he is really super attractive and obviously smart and from Colorado, which is kind of cool and although I'm wearing a red 'I heart hockey' shirt and might have felt like I was going to die when I woke up this morning, I have on cool leggings and my hair looks shiny. Plus this is the part I'm so good at.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"Glover Park," he said.

"Where?" I said, aiming to estimate exactly how many miles away from me he lives.

"Um, Glover Park..."

"No, I mean like which streets? What's your address?" I said, joking. I was joking, people. Then he answered with his streets, and I told him where I live and that a lot of medical students live in my neighborhood, but I'm pretty antisocial with them. Maybe I should change that, but I don't have time because when I'm supposed to be writing my book, apparel column and several invoices, I'm writing on my blog instead. (Sidenote: I think I've had a bit too much coffee this morning because I'm typing like superhero fast.) Then because he was really handsome, and like I said, I don't see very many truly handsome guys, I started to ramble about this yoga for athletes video called The Pursuit of Happy Hips. Who says that? Let me repeat: I suggested a video entitled The Pursuit of Happy Hips. I'm so embarrassed. He was just staring at me like, "What the fuck is this girl talking about?" But then he wasn't. I told him about the complimentary yoga classes and strongly encouraged him to come because I want to see him again. Duh. We talked about running. He is a triathlon club (Why have I been meeting so many triathletes lately?), which means he won't be joining my running club, but maybe if I actually start braving the elements I will run into him. Stupid pun.

He said he was studying orthopedics, which is pretty much my dream come true because I actually really am in pursuit of happy hips, and that he would eventually like to move back to Colorado. "So do you want to work with athletes?" I asked.

"Yeah, definitely. I would like to stay on that track." 
"So you could be the doctor for the Avalanche!" I said, slightly obsessed with the way my brain provided an impeccable image of Joe Sakic. He has such nice hair.

"Yeah or a ski team. My family friend is the doctor for the Olympic ski team and travels with them. It's a pretty amazing job." In my head I'm thinking, Um, not as amazing buddy. So anyway, this story ends poorly because his sister chose a pair of pants, and they left. Just before my friends said, "Go give him your number!" But there was not a chance in hell I was brave enough to do that because he was a bit shy-ish, and you know when other people are shy-ish it makes you shy-ish even if you aren't shy-ish at all? That was going on. But hopefully he will come to yoga or at least come back to buy In Pursuit of Happy Hips. Or he can just ask me, and I can help make his hips happy. Put that on your mat and bend it.