I am so lucky.
I met the most obnoxious person in the world in the swimming pool that day.
And I don’t even know what he looks like.
Only that he’s buff as hell and has an annoying American accent.
As I was grinning in delight from my extremely pleasant experience with him, ruminating on what had taken place, I came to a conclusion.
From my thorough investigations and what I gleaned from my wonderful encounter with Mr Royal Pain in the Gluteus Maximus, he seems to be afflicted with a disease commonly known as foot in mouth disease.
I am certain of it.
Trust me, I’m a medical student.
I know these things like the back of my hand.
(If you can’t trust a future doctor, who can you trust!)
But now come to think of it, I wonder why I didn’t get his number.
I mean, other than the affliction that the poor guy has (which is not his fault at all), I’ll bet he has a perfectly awesome personality that would capture the heart of any unsuspecting, gullible female.
In fact, if I ever meet him again, I’d totally give him all the attention he deserves. Really