A Day at the Gym Ch. 04
© Ms Linnet 01 June 2005
Usually it takes a few months for me to fall in love but there was something about Kath and the effect she had on me that makes me think I love her. But what has happened to me recently seemed to make me think that it is one sided love and I am no more than a toy to her, one that she will dump once she has had enough of me.
About a week ago during lunch, Kath introduced me to one of her other friends. We shook hands and got to talking it was mostly about ourselves and all the time Kathy didn’t say anything. This girl was pretty, well built, not fat and not skinny, and had a really good personality, but during our conversation I didn't really think about being attracted to her at all. All I thought about really was not saying something stupid so I wouldn’t offend as she was my lover’s friend.
Further into the conversation we started to discuss relationships. Being the woman that I am, I'm really comfortable talking about my sexuality, even around my friends who do not already know what my sexuality is. Not surprisingly then I told her everything. Well, not everything. I left out the part about me and Kath. All I told her was that right now I don't like men and I was not looking for another boyfriend. She'd told me that she had a boyfriend before but didn't like any guys at the moment as they only wanted to get into her knickers.
I was really impressed with her intelligence and how she carried on a conversation like that. She never stuttered or paused. She was loaded with questions. That's when a bell rang in my head I had been set up all I had done during lunch was talk and drink forgetting about ordering a meal, I was pissed. I hadn't eaten anything because I'd been talking to her all through lunch. My stomach grumbled.
“I have to get back to work.” She said. Getting up from the table I looked around for the sign for the toilets and walked towards them. About halfway down the hall she caught up with me and slid a piece of paper in my hand. I was so desperate to get to the toilet I didn’t pay much attention to it I didn’t realise what it was until later. It was only when we got back to Kathy’s flat I looked at the scrap of paper. It was her number. With a message to call her at the weekend so we could hang out, it was now Thursday, but there was a kind of curiousness that she had aroused in me that I needed to find out where this meeting was going to lead all through our conversation there seemed to be a question she wanted to ask but couldn’t. Or maybe I was imagining it, either way I said nothing to Kath and decided that I’d call her, no doubt.