So today, my doorbell rang and when I answered it who was standing there but ALEXANDER SKARSGARD!! Okay not exactly, but close! And it could have been - his Dad obviously lives in my neighbourhood and he could have been visiting and maybe one of his buddies used to live in our apartment before we moved in and he didn't know they moved... well it could have, right????
The guy on my doorstep was about 8 feet tall, muscles bursting out everywhere, blond, piercing blue eyes... he smiled at me and I pretty much fainted dead away, right there in my hallway. But luckily I didn't quite, because actually he is my PERSONAL TRAINER! Yes gang, I have to get up close and sweaty with this guy who would actually make the real guy feel kind of crappy next to - he is that hot!! (oh my god I hope he never reads this -- stay anonymous on the internet folks!!!!!!!) And GUESS what his name is..... ERIC!! Except he pronounces it like "Aye-rick" and I think spells it with a K. Damn I get sick of how every single word is pronounced differently here - even words that are exactly the same as they are in English!
Yes gang, I have a personal trainer and he is a god! I was saying to DH the other night that I was bored and feeling kind of crappy, and he was like - so get off your ass and do something about it, and he was so right! And he booked the trainer and paid for it and everything - how amazing is my husband, right?! How many guys would deliver their wives their very own Eric from True Blood and ORDER her to get sweaty with him THREE TIMES A WEEK... Yep, OhioGirl is pretty happy right now!!