Of late I've been so unbearably bored that once again the idea has crossed my mind to sack up and purchase a gym membership. If nothing else for the unlimited pool and sauna usage that it includes, but maybe for the actual use of fitness machines. When living in Elgin I rediscovered my enjoyment of swimming that had long since passed me by, and it seems like a more productive way to pass my time than drinking endless amounts of tea.
At the same time however I've been thinking about myself. It probably wouldn't surprise you to know that I'm a member of many of the groups on here revolving around love, dating and romance. I am nothing if not a hopeless romantic - hell, it's one of the 'pigeonholes' I've listed myself under! Alas, I'm a hopeless romantic who has had no-one to be hopelessly romantic about for a long while.
My mind has a horrendous tendency to wander, and it was while pondering the previously-mooted membership I thought of how it might affect my dating life. If I lost a bit of weight - not something that I'm specifically aiming for I must stress - then maybe some of the messages I've sent out on the plethora of dating sites I'm a member of would get responses. Maybe I might actually find someone to spend nights with who doesn't happen to mew in my face if I cuddle them that tiny bit too tightly.
But at the same time, would such a change really be for the better? If someone who has previously shunned me for my appearance suddenly wishes to know me if I lost a portion of the chub, is that someone I'd want to spend time with? What if I happened to slip back into my old routine of too many sandwiches and cups of sugary tea and put on the pounds again? God knows I don't have the greatest willpower in the world after all.
I really do wonder...
P.S. - If you've come this far and read through my ramblings, have some sauciness on me by means of compensation. A little tame perhaps, but let's just say that there may be more smut to come after this weekend...
