Kendra convinced Carly and me to take a fitness class with her on Monday night. I figured that it was probably a good idea because I’ve been eating and drinking like a maniac lately. So I threw on a complete Lululemon set I bought when I went through my yoga phase and met them there after work. When we first started the cardio yoga class, Carly and I couldn’t take some of the shit we were doing seriously and kept giggling at the ridiculousness. And then things started to get intense and we were jumping and doing splits and pulling our legs behind our heads. I could barely keep up and I realized that I really need to get in better shape.

By the time the class was over, I was drenched in sweat and could barely move. Kendra said it was fun and we should go every week. I literally laughed out loud in her face. Then I went home and slept in the shower.

On Tuesday, I got a text at around 11:00 saying that my car was ready. I immediately left the office and headed to get it. Having a loaner car was definitely nice, but there’s nothing like having your own shit. After dropping a few month’s rent at the dealership, I decided that since I was out of the office anyway, I would go surprise Brady at work.

I waltzed in there and asked the desk girl where I could find Brady. She told me that she couldn’t tell me anything for security reasons. I explained to her that I’m Brady’s girlfriend and I wanted to surprise him and she made the face my first grade teacher used to make when she told me I couldn’t have another cup of applesauce.

“I really, really can’t do that,” the girl said.

“Seriously? I’m not a terrorist or anything,” I deadpanned.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. She didn’t look sorry at all. 

I finally just asked her to page him and she asked, “Should I let him know that his girlfriend is here?”

I was about to be a complete bitch and say, “Isn’t that what I just told you?”

Then I decided that that was unnecessary plus maybe I could still keep the element of surprise going so I told her not to tell him. That’s the least she could do. While we waited, she complimented my bag so I gave her the complete rundown on where I got it, how I found it, and all the key selling points that made me buy it. Maybe I should get into selling?

We were actually in the middle of a great conversation about designer handbags when I heard footsteps. 

“Hiiiii,” I sang as Brady approached me.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” he asked, looking all concerned. 

“Yes, I was in the neighborhood so I decided to stop by. Wanna get lunch?” I asked.

“I can’t leave right now, I’m sorry,” Brady replied.

“Oh, that’s dumb,” I said. “I just got my car back! I can’t believe it costs so much to, like fix a door.”

“Yeah. It might have been more worthwhile to go through your insurance,” Brady said.

“Well, whatever, what’s done is done,”
I said as he looked at his watch. “Um, am I keeping you from something?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really busy right now,” he said. 

“Um, okayyyy.”

Obviously I felt a little bit rejected, but I guess I kind of understood. Brady said goodbye quickly and walked off. I stayed and talked to my new friend for a few minutes before heading back to work.

After I got off, I decided to make dinner for Brady. Clearly surprising him at work was a fail so I had to go a different route. I made asparagus gratin, garlic roasted potatoes and grilled chicken. It turned out really well for me, honestly. I texted Brady to come over and to bring his appetite.

He got to my apartment at around 7:45 and I let him in.

“Wow, it smells really great in here,” Brady said when he walked in.

“I made dinner and you’re gonna love it,” I said.

I started getting the plates out and Brady said, “I’m sure it’s really good, but I’m really not hungry right now.”

Are you fucking kidding me.

“I told you to bring your appetite!” I practically screamed.

“I’m sorry, Reese. I had lunch really late,” he explained.

As calmly as I could I sat the plates down on the counter. After slaving away in the kitchen like that, I wasn’t really hungry either so it was basically all a waste.

“Okay, cool, thanks,” I said and stormed to my room and slammed the door.

I know I was being kind of a brat, but my own boyfriend had been rejecting me all damn day. I climbed into bed with all my clothes on and texted Carly, “I tried to surprise Brady twice today and he hated them so fuck him.”

I heard my door open and pulled the comforter over my head.

“Reese,” I heard Brady say and I ignored him.

“Reese,” he said again.

“What?” I answered dryly.

I felt Brady climb in the bed and on top of me. I peeked my head out of the comforter and came face to face with him.

He leaned down and kissed my neck and said, “Thank you for making dinner.”

I started to say, “Whatever,” but he pulled the blanket off me and reached under my shirt. He pushed it up so my boobs popped out then started sucking them. Ugh. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

Brady made his way down my tummy and stopped just above the waistband of my shorts. “You’re not mad, are you?”

I pushed him off and got on top of him then hastily unbuckled his pants. “Do you not understand how much work I put into dinner?”

“I do. I wish I would’ve known you were making it,” Brady said. He politely gestured for me to get up so he could get my shorts off.

“And I came all the way to your work and you couldn’t even make time for me which is so fucking rude.” I yanked his pants and boxers down.

“I know. I apologize for that. I appreciate you coming to see me.”

“No you don’t. You don’t appreciate anything,” I said.

And then I sat on his dick and we had sex for an hour. I think he appreciated that lol.


i thought i was going to die.

I spent all day Saturday preparing for the 5k. I woke up and ran two miles on the treadmill in my apartment’s fitness center then collapsed on my bed and napped for three hours. When I woke up, I decided to take a jog along the lake like I had seen so many people do. Then I got distracted and started taking pictures for Instagram instead. I needed all of my followers to know that I was running at the lake after all. I went home and stretched/watched tv until Preston came over with a pizza and a bottle of wine.

I woke up on Sunday morning at 8:00 with a text from Brady saying that he would see me at 9:00 at the park for the race. 

I replied, “Can’t wait! :-)”

Then I climbed out of bed and discovered that my entire body was sore – especially my legs. I couldn’t figure out why I would possibly be sore until I realized that I had run the day before. How was I supposed to run an entire 5k when my body was aching from the little bit of running I did do? I got up and popped four ibuprofen, washed them down with Red Bull then got ready.

I decided on a pair of black yoga shorts, a gray half-zip, and the pair of Nike Frees I got last year when I went through my weeklong (day and a half) workout phase. Kendra and John dropped me off at the park on their way to church and there were hundreds of people waiting to run. For a moment I panicked, not knowing how Brady and I were going to find each other but after a short walk around the crowd, he appeared.

“Hey,” he said, looking me up and down. “You look cute.”

I beamed. “Thanks. So do you.”

Brady somehow made his shorts and t-shirt look totally sexy. He had sunglasses on and two days of beard growth. I wanted to skip the race and just go back to his immaculate bedroom.

“Have you warmed up or stretched?” he asked.

“Um, no. I just got here,” I answered.

“You might want to. Just for joint and muscle mobility. But if you don’t normally warmup before running then don’t worry about it,” he explained.

I wanted to tell him that I don’t normally run but instead bent over at the waist to stretch. I did what stretches I could remember from high school for about two minutes then told Brady I was finished. We had to go get our numbered race bibs then decide if we wanted to go with the first, second or third heat.

“I usually go with the fastest group but we can with a slower one if you want,” he said. 

I gave him a playful punch in the bicep. “Hey! Who says I’m slow?” 

Brady smiled. “Not saying you’re slow, but I figure it might be nice to take it easy today.”

We agreed to go with the middle group and waited at the start line with the other runners. That’s when I started to get nervous. I told myself if I could run two miles on the treadmill, I could do it again plus one more mile. 

I started off fine. We were at a good pace and even talking and laughing a little bit. Then once we got to the mile and half mark, my side began cramping up. It was so much different than running on a treadmill. There were rocks and potholes to avoid and hills. Once we got to the two mile mark I thought I was going to die. Brady kept talking and all I could do was grunt back because I was so out of breath. I could feel sweat accumulating on my forehead and dripping down my temples. Because I knew I might sweat a little bit, I only wore Laura Mercier tinted moisturizer, concealer and mascara but I knew all of that was long gone.

Finally after twenty five minutes of pure hell, the finish line came into view. I was so fucking happy. We crossed the finish line and even though I wanted to collapse to the ground, I didn’t because Brady didn’t.

“Great job, Reese. I’m surprised you kept up,” he said. 

“What’s…that…supposed…to mean?” I gasped. I put my hands on my hips and tried to catch my breath. 

“Carly was over last night and told me you’re not very athletic,” he explained. 


“She has no idea what she’s talking about.”

We went and grabbed complimentary bottles of water then Brady asked where I parked. I told him that I actually don’t have a car and he asked if I wanted a ride home. I obviously said yes. 

He let us into his car and he asked for my address to put into his GPS. 

“You know, I worked up quite an appetite during that run,” Brady said. 

I didn’t realize it, but I did too. I hadn’t eaten beforehand and I really wanted a bacon cheeseburger with chili cheese fries. And a shot of tequila.

“Me too,” I agreed.

“There’s a really good breakfast spot by my place. Do you want to go?” 

“Looking like this? I look disgusting,” I said. 

Brady smiled at me. “You look good.”

I knew that this was a lie and I looked like a melted Barbie but I appreciated his effort so I told him fine. 

The place was on a relatively busy corner, but surprisingly not busy for a Sunday morning. We secured a table on the outdoor patio and opened the menus. I really wanted to order two short stacks of pancakes and sixteen slices of bacon, but ordered an egg white omelette and a Bloody Mary instead.

“You don’t mess around, do you?” Brady asked after I placed my order. 

“I deserve this,” I told him. 

I excused myself to go to the bathroom so I could try to fix the disaster that I knew my face was. But surprisingly, I didn’t look bad. My cheeks were ruddy, but not in a bad way. It looked like I was glowing. I blotted my face with a paper towel, retwisted my topknot and met Brady back at our table. 

I was happy to see that my Bloody Mary had arrived. I took a long gulp. Between this and the fact that I didn’t look like a carcas, I felt good. 

“So what did you, Carly and Chris do last night?” I asked.

“The two of them ordered a pizza and I hung around like a scrounger until they offered me a slice,” he said. 

I giggled (me, giggling? Who had I become?).

“They went into Chris’s room after that and I thought it might be a bit intrusive if I joined them in there,” he went on.

Ew. Why would he want to go into Chris’s bedroom with them? They were obviously hooking up. I sat there judging him for a moment until he peeked up from his glass of water and half-smiled at me. Oh! So he was kidding. He did it with such a straight face and even voice that I couldn’t even tell. He did have a sense of humor after all.

We continued talking while we ate and then for a while after. He told me about how he had gone on a medical mission trip to Guatemala which made me feel super uncultured because the only time I travel abroad is to party.

Brady insisted on treating me to breakfast since I had done so well (which turned out to be good because I left my wallet at home) then drove me to my apartment. He promised to let me know when the next race is.