Trophy Husband Hunting ... Day 1

Well kids. Here I am with one week completely free in between jobs. With the realization that being a trophy wife hasn't transpired for me, I decided to find myself a trophy husband. That's right. Just find me somebody pretty to look at. That's all I ask.

With that said... here I am on day 1 just sitting in my apartment after a very unsuccessful morning. I woke up (past 8 am!!), enjoyed my morning coffee, and then got ready for the gym. Yup... I got ready for the gym. After spending a month at this fancy gym and seeing how all the other ladies dress, I decided that I was a total scrub and was fer sure not gonna find me a gentleman caller at the gym. So anywho I got all did up and drive myself over to my fancy lil gym.

I has arrived! Everyone come see how good I look! *crickets* Walk up the stairs and see trainer #1 who I actually have no idea who he is but he's seen me out and about and has decided we're best friends. I give him a lil bro handshake and we make some small talk and I carry on my way, scanning the gym for potential prospects when all of a sudden I see him. My butt touching personal trainer. Noooooooo. Avoid avoid avoid. I find myself a treadmill away from the BTPT (butt touching personal trainer) when I see a figure approaching. *please don't be him. please don't be him. doh. it's him* He says some things and then asks me if we've scheduled more sessions in which I make up some lame excuse as to why I'm definitely NOT scheduling more time with him. He lingers a bit longer then leaves me alone. Whew. Ok. So... I am getting in the groove of my work out and remember the reason why I'm here. Trophy husband hunting! Scan the room again annnnd ... nothing. The gym is filled with women. Ahhh fudge. I'm now just working out with the rich housewives who've been successful at becoming a trophy wife. I give up on my search and finish up my workout.

Perhaps day 2 of trophy husband hunting will be more successful. If not.... at least I'll be spending my monies shopping :)