It was December....a cold...snowy....Saturday morning, in December. I was just leaving the apartment to hit the gym, and Chris said he wanted to come along. Fine, okay. We arrived at the gym and I checked in and Chris, who wasn't a member started sweet talking the girl behind the counter. I'm not sure why women would react to him, to be honest I think his accent caught their attention. I left them and began my work out, only to run into Chris again when I was done.
"We should hit the tanning beds," Chris suggested.
"Errr....no. It is December, you aren't supposed to be tan in December. Plus I am not someone that wants to pay to lay against lights, sorry. Plus, look at your complexion, you are about as white as they come man, it would NOT be a good idea for you to go tanning."
He tried to argue, but he couldn't say much, he didn't own a car and I was leaving, so if he didn't come then, it was going to be a miserable cold walk home.
Throughout the fall I had been telling stories about Swiss Chris and my co-workers were dieing to meet him. I finally arranged a night for them to come over to "have dinner" but really it was just a pretense for them to run into him and see just how much he would hit on them. The night arrived....however, Swiss Chris was in his room, and not coming out. I wasn't exactly sure what had happened. It also turns out that only one of my co-workers showed up, the other being detained somewhere.
About 9:30 that night I was in my room doing something on my computer and there was a knock at the door. I hear Chris get up and answer the door, and then the door shuts as I hear him going back to his room and stating, "The door is for you." As I open my door, I think I see him shoot past and wearing little if anything, which make me wonder just how he answered the door....
I open the door and find my other co-worker. She is a bit confused at why the door had been shut on her, but I let her in and we talk for a bit. After about 15 minutes, Chris can't hold out any longer, and comes out dressed in his matching set of pajamas. And then we see saw him...except there was something a bit different....he was the exact color of a beet--it practically hurt us just to look at him, and partially hurt not to laugh.
Turns out Chris decided I didn't know what I was talking about and went to the tanning bed and stayed in for 15 minutes. He later said it hurt him to even wear clothes...I guess that explains why he didn't invite the coworker in....
Saturday, January 26, 2008
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