Well, I didn’t know what to do. I chatted with Jesse with far less enthusiasm then usual but refused to turn to face front so my ass would not be near him before I finished my routine. 8 minutes on one side means 8 minutes on the other if you have Libra and need balance.

And this holds true even if you have a jealous boyfriend behind you who may or may not have steam coming out of his ears because am I doing anything? No I’m not! Is it my fault the machines are smushed together? No! I am a victim here, can you tell? I am a victim and a diplomat and I figured this whole thing out.

I decided when the soldier showed up to tell me he was going in the pool I would introduce him the hairdresser first and Jesse second. And since Jesse is bawdy, innocent and can think on his feet, I figured I would say something like this:

“This is the soldier. I am with him so if you see any of these gym gals around here sniffing around him you let me know!”

Jesse would be sure to laugh, the soldier would probably blush, the hairdresser would just listen like hairdressers do and there. Everything diffused. But that’s not what happened. What happened was the soldier went straight to the pool without stopping by the cross trainer so what the hell? I saw him go by with his eyes averted and felt a clutch in my chest.

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