I ask myself what was so attractive about him? I am having a get real moment with myself. And how idiotic it was to invest in him, in what? Yes, much of the attraction was physical and definitely him being Punjabi was a plus. I was not resigned to only marrying Punjabi. But 98% of my family and extended family is Punjabi. So on some level, that appealed to me. But if I would be honest, which I have to be now --- this is ridiculous. He has behaved like a total a-hole and ONLY because he is desi, and really ONLY because he is Punjabi did I tolerate it? That is even more ridiculous.
And surely Town and Country is not thinking about me and probably has gone back to making deals. And what is the point in mourning in something that is gone, over and lost – and what was it anyway? Kinda stupid to like a guy who liked me, and then didn’t like me, and then didn’t and then did again. And WHAT was that? I mean sure, I should have looked before I leapt. But what was with him and all the back and forth? Why did he follow-up after every meeting and say it was nice to have me there. It was nice to see me. That he liked this top or that skirt. And what a jerk, who cannot say thank you, or stop with the stringing along and flirting? Ugh, this is so gross.
Whatever. I need to forget and move on, tie up important loose ends like clean my apartment, clear out the fridge and select a gym before I head back to the Minne on Friday to spend time with my parents.
When I first joined US Swim and Fitness I was in high school, I paid $39 a month for a year and then $6 a month for life after that. So when US Swim was bought out by Bally’s that was REALLY nice because I could use those gyms all over the country. When I moved to Washington Heights there were no gyms within 30 blocks, so I joined Planet Fitness in the Bronx. It wasn’t bad, weights and treadmills – but I think I am hitting a plateau and need to shake it up a bit.
I grab the phone and dial.
“This is Tate,” she says. “Tater-tot! Desi Girl, here.” “Hiya – whacha doin’?” she asks. “Picking a gym. I am down to three.” “Join mine – we can take ballet and zumba,” she says. “Where are you at?” I ask. “New York Sports Club,” she replies. “I have free passes, wanna go with me?” she asks. “I would love to, but I am leaving for the Minne on Friday. It is waaaaay cold and snowing there,” I reply.
I have been monitoring the weather for a few days, trying to figure out if it will be possible to skip packing the winter boots, they take up too much space in the carry-on. “If I join New York Health and Racquet, they have a yacht members can rent and take for a spin around the island,” I say. “Or I guess I can just ride the Circle Line one day too.” “You could,” she says. “Join my gym. When I come up there to visit my boyfriend, we can take classes together.”
As she has been talking I have been online looking up her gym and see that if you sign up now, you don’t get billed for January, which means I am getting one month for free. Sweet! And sold! Who says there are no deals in the Big Apple? All I need is a new diet and some relaxation and I am set for the next year. I am rather looking forward to the possibilities that are yet to come.