So, I'm at the gym, working out when he (the one formally known as the sweetheart) walks in, and another chick walks in with him. I'm thinking they are together, so I go out of my way to do way more reps of every workout than my body would normally think it can tolerate.
When I'm done pushing every muscle to absolute exhaustion, I decide to go get my regular clothes back out of the car so I can walk across the gym in my oh-so-cute pencil skirt, tight little sweater and pumps combo and make sure he notices that I look ten times better than she does.
He asks me if I'm going back to work some more. I inform him, no, I'm going for drinks.
And I leave it at that little lie, cruising through the subway drive-thru on the way home and polishing off my buffalo chicken flatbread in my cute little pencil skirt, sweater, and pumps. :-P
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