Anonymous said: So I finally got up the nerve to talk to the adorable boot camp instructor at my gym. I saw him at the water fountain and was totally chill - complimenting him on his class. He thanked me (ZOMG what is it about super sexy North Carolina baritones?). Cool right? Five minutes later when I was lifting in front of one of the mirrors… I realized that I had managed to put my track pants on inside out. You just gotta laugh. (btw I'm still counting it as a win.)
They could cast you in a romantic comedy, at the very least.
Get ‘em, woman.