No use to me if you're sick

What IS it about Colgate that breeds such douchery? If anyone has any idea, please let me know.

Kicked trainer-boy out of my apt 20 minutes after he came over. He brought over KFC for dinner, which is neither tasty nor sexy. Who the hell brings over a bucket of chicken to a girl's place? Doesn't really matter because I'm anorexing right now and wouldn't have eaten it anyway, but what if I wanted to eat? Loser.

He tried to talk to me while I was trying to watch GG, which annoyed me. During one of the commercial breaks, he mentioned that he was going to Syracuse this weekend, and did I want to come? OK, who the hell goes to Syracuse, of all places, to hang out? That place is so industrial and unless you're into strip malls, factories, and drunken townies, it sucks.

Well, it turns out he is going back to "visit" his alma mater... Colgate. Yuck. I didn't even know he had even gone to college. I kind of got off on the mistaken fact that I was dating a hot trainer who was probably a high school drop out(the whole upstairs, downstairs thing)! Can't tell you how much of a let down it is that he is just that stupid and he is actually college educated, albeit at Colgate.

I know I have a lot of schools on my hate list, but Colgate probably tops them all. That school is so faux-preppy and psuedo-intellectual. And how creepy is it that all the people who went there STILL hang out with only each other, even like 5 years after graduation? V. creepy.

I think he hooked me when he made these suggestive, grunting noises during our training sessions and borderline offensive/crude remarks about my body when I would lunge and squat. I would meet him always at 6am, and gym attendance was usually scant at that time. We'd flirt furiously and all the pheromones in the sweat probably didn't hurt, either. I also overheard a few women talking about how hot he was and that made me decide I wanted to date him. He also told me that he used to be an Abercrombie catalogue model(which is probably a lie) but at least he looks like one, so that makes it a forgivable lie. Believable lies are forgivable lies in my book.

He's such a whiny little bitch, though. When I canceled our first date last minute, he made a big deal about it and formally "resigned" his position as my trainer and reassigned me to someone else because he didn't want me to "feel uncomfortable." Then it took a week's worth of drinking and texting(on his part) and finally we had one dinner date with some above-the-waist action afterward. Tonight was supposed to be the below the waist part.

So anyway, he said he was getting over the flu but he still wanted to have sex with me. Yeah, right! (I'm a huge germaphobe) I told him I had my period cramps(I don't) and kicked him out, and he left with a drumstick in his hand. 10 mins later, I got a call from a friend and we went to go see I am Legend. Movie was awful, but company was not.

Friend asked me if I was blogging anymore, and I fibbed and told him no. He thinks I'm dignified and that will all go down the drain if he ever catches a glimpse of all this. I'd like to keep his misperception afloat.

Oh! Going to FL tomorrow. Can't WAIT to rock my new La Perla bikini, though no idea how since it's 40 deg. there. Unfortunately, it's not the sexy part of FL(i.e. Miami)-- I'm going to Tampa.