Jasus..

I've been out nearly every night the past week. Odd that.

Maybe because of the gym. Because Andrew is a member of this gym as well. So, we tend to catch up after the gym.

My instructor just took my measurement and other details the other day.

The stupid machine that did the calculation based on my weight, height, age and sex said I should lose 6.3 kgs.

Yeah right.

I used to be that thin before and I looked ill. Totally unhealthy. I'm determined to just go back to when I looked relatively okay. Not too skinny. And look healthy.

BMI is acceptable, although a bit on the high side of the range.

Pulse isn't good. It's too fast.

Not enough water in the system.

I'm slow.

And the list goes on.

So, just to cheer me up, I went out to drink with Andrew. I think we have been hanging out together a lot. And naturally, people assume we are a couple. That would really suck if we were interested in someone in the house. But it's actually useful sometimes.

Like last night.

I went down the pub after work. Sego the French was in the house, along with other pissheads. Andrew came over with his friend. I didn't think I would drink a lot. But then there was Sego...

And then there was a shitfaced well-known someone...

He happened to like me last night.

Odd that.

There was some physical contact. So, when I had my chance, I freed myself from him. Played it cool. And let him assume Andrew was my boyfriend.

Mission Accomplished. I went home alone. No one was humiliated.

Now, where is that someone I want to sleep with?

Oops.