Confessions of a Personal Trainer's Girlfriend
CONFESSION #1: Why Personal Trainer?
If you're going to ask me why, I'll say I don't know. Maybe it's destiny. Maybe we just happen to be at the right place and the right time. Maybe it's all just a big plot twist concocted by whoever was bored up there. We are two completely different persons born at two different decades but somewhat found our way to each other.
Before I start listing down "confessions", I'd like to make a disclaimer. This isn't a regular love story. I'm going to try to avoid the cheesy parts because I completely hate those. I'm not particularly a fan of romantic gestures because to me that's just being unoriginal. Like flowers. What a generic way to show someone you're in love. If you share the same belief, or maybe you're curious to hear my perspective, then go ahead and grab a seat. Listen to my story. I assure you, it may be ordinary at first, but it gets crazier.
Let me give you a little backstory of my life. Trust me, it's important in this narrative. I grew up an only child and that's important because it will explain my lack in social skills and my lifestyle choice. I also started out in life spoiled. I do not belong in the 1%, let me be clear about that, but I most definitely have more than enough. I grew up having options about basically everything - toys, education, clothes, gifts, food.
I am also not ugly. Let me elaborate before I get attacked by netizens. I'll be frank, I think I'm okay. I'm going to take that compliment. I'm not going to act all surprised when people tell me I look pretty. But I'm the kind of pretty that isn't for close up. I'm the kind that needs work. But I can definitely be pretty for the average standard. Maybe that's because I'm kind of fair skinned. The kind that Asian gets as a version of a fair skinned. I grew up getting special treatments because I look pretty. I am that spoiled. Society did that. There were even times when people talk to me in English just because of a false impression that I grew up abroad, or that I only speak English and not Filipino. I am also quite tall for a normal Filipino lady, so you get it. Growing up people tell me their visions of me and my potential career. I could be the next Ms. Universe or a Flight Stewardess. Those are the jobs people foresee for me.
Let me tell you right now, I hated it. I hated being pretty and being tall because growing up I hated the attention. I hated standing out. I wanted to blend in. I hate being at the end of every line at every Elementary School Flag Ceremony. I wanted so desperate to be normal. And yet people get intimitated by the natural features of my face, or because I'm tall, or because my Mom loves to dress me up, or maybe because I'm quiet. Why am I quiet, you ask? Because I'm awkward.
So this is what I did, I rebelled against people's image of me. In High School I became the opposite of what I was in Elementary School. The barbie doll image started fading in everybody's minds. I didn't want to be admired for being pretty and tall, I wanted to be feared for being smart. I began choosing people because I hate crowds. I limited the smiles I give away because I don't want to be just a pretty face. I offered my friendship to exclusive people and I became very choosy.
Now going back to the topic at hand, let me tell you why I chose to date a Personal Trainer. People who tell others "I didn't mean to fall in love" are liars. Of course you knew. You knew you're beginning to develop feelings but you choose to continue. Don't be a hypocrite. One thing you can expect from this whole "confessions" series is honesty. I'll be honest with you. I SAW IT COMING. In fact at some point I also wanted it to go there. Obviously.
I chose to date a Personal Trainer because it's a foreign territory for me. I am addicted to knowledge. Because my friendship is exclusive, I had to maintain a criteria. To be my friend, there must be something I can learn from you. I am choosy because I am hard to please. I like to immerse myself in different experiences and information making it hard for the average person to wow me. In short, it takes more than flowers to get my attention.
If there is one specific field of knowledge that I was unfamiliar with, it is Health and Fitness. In fact, I bounced back and forth with weight over the years and it is still something I struggle with to this day. I knew I needed to make a lifestyle change. I just didnt't know how to get there, until I met Him.
Trust me when I tell you he must be the greatest Personal Trainer at his field. I am not exaggerating. I truly believe he has the best potential out there. Like me, he is addicted to knowledge, only his addiction is directed at only one direction. For many years, I was awakened by a passionate pursuit quite similar to mine.
I can tell. I can tell when people are doing their job for the money or for the glory (my gosh the abs). I can also tell when somebody's passionate about their job. And that's Him for you. There is room to grow. There is a chase to a greater knowledge. I hate being stuck to a minimum. A true success to me isn't about standing at the top. It's about climbing to the top. Someone asked me before, what makes you see a smart person? I remembered my answer well. Open minded. Being smart is pointless if you're stuck there. Humility is the number one thing and you practice humility by attracting smarter people than you. Create a personal space and invite the best of people in it. Someone said before, "If you are the smartest person in the room, then you are at the wrong room." I strongly believe that. That's why I am looking for someone to grow with, in a field of knowledge apart from my own interest. That way, I cover all (lol!).
Stay tuned for my next "confession", I'll summarize our love story.
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