When it comes to the Crunch

OK so I've been a bad blogger lately and some of you have been asking what ever did happen with Gym Guy and I? Well, it's kind of a cause and effect thing going on here - no see Gym Guy, no type random musings. We're trapped in a never the twain shall meet scenario at the moment.

CONS
1) No Gym Guy

PROS
1) I haven't embarrassed myself spectacularly lately
2) My guns are getting pretty big

Speaking of big guns...as the saying goes, there's plenty more gays in the gym. And at Crunch Fitness, it is like shooting gays in a barrel. And so onto my discovery of Gym Guy 2. Now, I know those of you rooting for me and Gym Guy will be disappointed to hear that there's another man on the scene, or at least on the blog but you just can't help to notice Blonde Gym Guy. He is handsome, broody, a bit of a loner type character. And he's blonde. And broody.

Anyway, brief history of Blonde Gym Guy is follows...he was actually in the Crunch before Gym Guy. He's Blonde. He's kinda broody. I wish I could say more but he kinda just comes up to the gym and looks all scowly and hot and Russell Crowe in LA Confidential meets Heath Ledger in Brokeback Mountain. See, I'm talking mean.

ANYWAY...Saw him today enjoying a frappachino with some girl on the wooden promenade overlooking the Liffey. He was wearing gold rimmed aviators and a checkered shirt - not as hideous a combo as it sounds. And he looked at me. Twice. He knows I exist and I'm certain that somewhere out there, he's blogging about me right now too.

Bruise Foresight

I knew this blood test was going to hurt from the second the nurse started talking about the Eurovision. (How could he have known?)
OK so it looks pretty pathetic in photo (damn flash) but trust me, this is actually the ugliest bruise I've ever had. And I was once a cross-eyed 6 year old with a penchant for tree-climbing.
Click on the photo for full enlarged goriness in HD.
In other news...how cute are my jammies?!

You say Kardashian, I say Cardasian...let's call the whole thing off.

Comedian in Chief

What a swell guy!

Facebook, it's like Cheers.

It's where everybody knows your name. And if you're like me, vain and self-promoting then it's where everybody knows your business too. So, I've decided to move most, but not all of my (invariably soiled) laundry away from the public and air it on my blog.

The reasons for this are 2 fold.

1) Having a blog is fun. Until Gym Guy finds out.

2) I drunkly added aforementioned Gym Guy on Facebook mobile at 4am on Sunday.

I felt the awkward handshake wasn't enough of an attraction killer without inviting him to view all the posts of the past 2 weeks. I've shored up my Facebook since but he's yet to add me. Eek.

OK, that's enough for now. I'm off to boil some bunnies.

Yours,

Sleepless in Stoneybatter.

Famous handshakes in history