This is only the third day I have been blogging, so (naturally) I want to put out a disclaimer for all my readers:
A blog - "a personal journal published on the World Wide Web" (Wikipedia). For those of you reading this, I have received many comments, and/or had many adverse reactions to what I have written. Well this is what I have to say about that; Don't read my blog if you don't like what I have to say. I am not writing this to make anyone feel better or worse about themselves. This is simply my own thoughts and reactions to what is going on around me in my every day life. I'm sorry if my honest comments and opinions offend you, but no one is forcing you to read this, so don't. In a world where there is free speech, free religion and the right to bear arms, why are we so worried about what someone else has to say, in a blog for that matter?! Whether I say it or not will not effect your day, help you or hurt you. Your negativity is not welcome. Find some place it is, because if you have a problem with a blog, clearly you have your own issues to worry about.
Now that I have cleared that up (and hopefully settled all the crap that has come within only the TWO posts I have written), I would like to talk about the exciting morning I had.
Basically, Best. Day. Ever.
As I walk into work, saying good morning to my lovely cousin, I sit down at my desk (yes I have a desk, so business woman of me) and start asking Jess about the long weekend she had. She gives a common answer such as "it was good", asks me how mine was, and proceeds to make a phone call. Now this is where the best part comes in. I hear her talking to someone about a class. A fitness class maybe? I'm instantly intrigued, as I have been wanting to figure out the best kind of fitness class for myself (I prefer group classes. I Just can't motivate myself when I'm working out alone. Run an hour on the treadmill? Eh, no one is making me. How about 10 minutes). Jess is reading some number on a little card hanging off her keys. And what does that little card say on it you might ask? Xpose Fitness! Yes. I think my jaw dropped when I saw this. For those of you who do not know what Xpose is, it is a pole dancing gym. They teach basic to level 4 pole dancing classes, chair dancing and "sexy stretch" (not quite sure what that even means, but I am so willing to find out). I have been wanting to take pole dancing for awhile now. Not only is it suppose to be one of the best workouts for your body, but come on, it looks ridiculously fun swinging from a pole (minus the taking your clothes off in front of complete strangers, but I'll take the cash).
Then it gets even better. I picked my jaw up off the back of my chair, and Amy (a woman who works in the office with us) asks me if Jess is calling Xpose Fitness. Wait?! You know about this too?? Apparently I'm the only one not fulfilling my dreams of learning how to dance on a pole. Jess finally gets off the phone and I am filled with questions. "You take those classes?" "Omg, how is it??" "Where is it??" (They currently have 4 locations). Amy is participating in the conversation and let me just say that by now, at around 10AM, my mind is just blown. THEN, Jess whips out two FREE passes to take classes at any Xpose location. Did you read what I just said? FREE. Oh I am elated. So overcome with joy that I get up, run (well more like fast walk so I don't look like a complete psycho) into Nick's office and show him my new prize. I didn't even tell him what it was as first. Just shoved the coupons in his face. As he started to read it his eyes started to get bigger (he was totally judging at this point) and bigger. At which point I had to ask if he wanted to learn to pole dance. He responded with a no and a 'get out of my office' sort of tone (the usual).
When I sat back down at my desk, my mind was still running a million miles a minute. "Do you think there are actual strippers there?!" Jess responds with a "I don't think so." Followed by hours later my roommates saying "I don't think real strippers take pole dancing classes." A more or less interesting topic to ponder about. I am very curious about all this (as if you couldn't tell). And how about heels?! What does one wear to a pole dancing class?? I would feel silly being the only one wearing high heels to work out in (although that has always been my dream. It being OK to workout in heels?? Count me in) but I would also feel silly not wearing them if everyone else was. And for clothes: the less the better? I think I just found myself a new gym.
A few hours later I received a group invite on Facebook. A group called: "Friends Who Xpose". YES. I am so in. Invited by Amy, it is a group for people alike who take classes at Xpose. Here, women can talk amongst themselves when and where they will be attending classes. Sounds like the kind of women I want to be friends with!
Needless to say, I couldn't wait to brag about my new coupons. And already have plans for Friday to go use them! I'm thinking a level 1 pole dancing class, finished with a sexy stretch?! Well that is if I can even move after attempting to hoist myself up on a pole. HA! Kiara is going to join me, kind of a pre-banquet date, followed by getting our nails done and some beauty sleep for the next day to come. After that my day just couldn't get any better. And although I wish I could be like "And then!" But this is not a fairytale, this is my reality. It was a normal day. I worked. I came home. I cooked and I cleaned. And now I am writing to you. My readers. To take my wisdom and honesty as it comes, and try a pole dancing class.
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