Confession # 16

I think I am hysterical.

Not everyone gets my silly little sense of humor, but it makes me laugh.

I went on a date last night, nice guy, no spark but I had fun.

We went to Peet's for coffee and desserts. We were in line and I was trying to figure out if I wanted the fat free angel fool's cake or my old standard the lemon square, when all of a sudden an interesting chocolaty, gooey caramel brownie thingy caught my eye. I gently put my hands on both of my dates upper arms so I could move him out of the way to see if the brownie would be worth an extra 15 minutes on the treadmill, when all of a sudden he looked at me, smiled and said,

“Are you trying to feel my muscles?”

He flexed his muscle right there in line and said, “Go ahead, you can touch it.”

The girl behind the counter rolled her eyes, but what the hell. So I felt it; it was impressive. Then I got a big smile on my face and said,

“Do you want to feel mine?”

I have tiny arms, but they house rock hard muscles, so I flexed my arm and he touched my muscle, smiled at me and noded his head in approval.

The girl behind the counter started to giggle, I started busting up and could not stop. I was not really making fun of him. Okay, I was, but come on, how cheesy is that? 'Feel my muscle.' I am sure he thought I was a spaz.

Well the outing was not completely ruined, we moved on to other subjects and I got my brownie.

FEEL MY MUSCLE! ROFL