Decisions, Decisions....

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So my weekly gym perv-session of a shirtless Alex was cancelled without warning yesterday. Oh, he was there alright... he was there in the gym, fully clothed however (damnit) in a gorgeous vest and some shorts. Phwoar. He really does just keep on getting sexier and sexier. 

Turns out he'd worked out an hour before me yesterday so when I got there at 6pm, he was finished. But, instead of scarpering off home to put his beautiful body in the shower, he stayed and helped my group of gym fanatics out. 

He encouraged us while we did our squats and push-ups and he cheered us on. I like to think he paid extra attention to me... he probably didn't though. 

Of course, gym is the sexiest place for a guy yet the least flattering for a woman. 

Why is it that a sweaty man makes you weak at the knees but a sweaty woman is just repulsive???

With shaky knees and wobbly arms, I got through my workout with a delightful layer of sweat caked over my forehead. Funnily enough though, I didn't feel shy or embarrassed about it in front of him... This only confirms that yes, Sonia, his farts really do smell like roses. 

After the intense workout he sauntered over to me and asked if I had some water... most likely because I looked like I was half dying as I sprawled out across the filthy gym floor like a starfish. Like I said... attractive. 

I shook my head and gasped for air - next thing I know he is bringing me over his flask of fresh rain water and letting take a sip. 

Can everyone just say, 'Awwwww,' right now????  

Anyway so gym drew to a close and I said goodbye to everyone before heading home. 

Much later in the evening I received a text message from Alex - and this time it was nothing to do with his bimbo ex, Marissa whose Facebook is FILLED with all of these disgusting images showing off how skeletal she is.

Nope.... he didn't text me for advice about her this time. I could have actually burst with happiness at the message. It was just a short and sweet text saying well done and that I did very well in gym today! 

Now, this is usually where I go overboard and scare the poor guy away by jumping in with both feet. Thankfully, I've learnt that doesn't work now... so instead, I played it cool! 

I thanked him and told him how much I am loving the gym and enjoying getting to know all the people there. I said that so that he knows it's not just about him. Which it isn't. As I've said before, I'm very hopeful that this gym crowd could actually turn into a proper friendship group for me. 

There's more to it than just a boy.

Anyway, so I think I've mentioned before that so far Alex doesn't seem to be very chatty over texts but last night our conversation actually escalated beyond the small talk. 

When I'd gone into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed, I found my dog fast asleep in the shower (obviously there was no water coming out of the nozzle or anything..) but it was so cute that I had to take a photograph. 

Alex loves dogs. He has two of his own so I thought I'd send him an image in the hopes that it would a. make him smile and b. get him to notice that I love dogs too. 

Am I really weird??? Probably.... but hey, if you don't try, you'll never know. 

After I sent him the photo he messaged me back asking what my dogs name was! A conversation starter! We ended up speaking about dogs for a while over text messages and that's when he said something that made my entire day.... 

He said: "All I know is that any dog that lands up with you as an owner is extremely lucky!"

I was ecstatic after reading that and swiftly wished him sweet dreams before shutting my phone off for the evening. 

My cheeks are actually sore from smiling so much - he was so sweet yesterday but in the subtlest of ways that make it so difficult for me to gauge whether its just friendly or whether he may actually maybe like me. 

Now onto the Scotty business.....

Corinne asked whether I have forgiven him for being a dick the other night - and the truth is, no. No I haven't. We've kissed and made up and it's over with now - but I am disappointed in him. I'm tired of him always acting like he wears the pants in our relationship. This isn't the 18th century. A relationship should be equal shouldn't it!?

I feel like I continually dote on him and drop all my plans for him if he asks me to but I don't get the same in return. He does what he wants and prances around like he owns the place and I'm sick of it. It's like his plans and his friends and his life comes first.

But then he has his moments where he's incredibly sweet and shows me the Scotty that I fell in love with in the first place... like holding my hand while I was at the gynecologist and buying me the prescription medicine to fix my vagina and making me a sandwich for lunch. He really does have his moments. 

So he's not the most sensitive guy or romantic and thoughtful... and he might have some major fall-backs and quite a few habits that I find incredibly unattractive but somewhere beneath all of that is the guy I did see something in a few short months ago.... and honestly, until I know that Alex either has some sort of romantic feelings towards me or doesn't (which will seriously suck!) then I don't want to make any quick decisions. 

The other thing is that my dad adores Scotty. This is like a revelation because honestly, my dad has always hated ALL of my boyfriends. Scotty is the first guy that has gotten his approval and that means the world to me. I am such a daddy's girl... 

If anything ever ended up happening between Alex and I, I'd be freaking out about him meeting my parents because Alex doesn't drink. Alex doesn't smoke. Alex is like... perfect.... and my parents are raging alcoholics and smoke like chimneys. 

Alex would probably feel so out of sorts if he were to ever meet them and I'd be ashamed and embarrassed by my parents awful lifestyle and behavior. 

URGH!!!! Decisions, decisions!!!