We're in the pole class again. The cute blonde in front of us is talking about the Level 1 class and showing off her fancy spins. I'm wearing stripper shoes and she's taller than me without them. Her clothes look adorable on her and her hair, after an hour lesson, looks perfect. When we stretch me and my girlfriend look like pretzels folding the wrong way on the pole. She looks like some exotic rainforest animal just hanging out for a nap. I'm a little surprised that I'm not harboring fantasies of kicking her mid-spin. Must be the calming effect of the disco ball.
We break and as I and another woman start laughing about vacuuming in our platform shoes the cute blonde bounces over to my girlfriend.
"Do you remember me?!" She chirps.
I watch the group for a while. My "girlfriend" is actually a lot older than me. Her oldest son is only two years younger than me. The cute blonde is more my age. I'm trying to place where they may have met. Apparently so is my girlfriend because her face is a puzzle for a few moments before her eyes light up in shock and she remember.
"Well of course I do!" she babbles, they hug, then my attention is pulled away again by my fellow shoe wearer. We talk about San Diego, the army base, the teacher and before I know it, it's time to get going. I've missed all of the cute blondes conversation with my girlfriend, but I'm not in the dark long.
"I can't believe I met her here."
"Who was that?" I ask as we roll up our mats and get our coats.
"That was my son's ex-girlfriend!"
I look around at the room filled with gold poles, red walls, and a fancy disco ball at the top and can't help but start laughing.
"The IM's are going to go crazy tonight!" She says as she starts giggling with me. "Guess where I saw so-and-so's mom last night!"
"He's gonna be mortified." I say, thinking aloud of the boy going to college and giving his mother no end of trouble as he does.
Sure enough the next morning my girlfriend gets an email and announces it to all of us in her area. It's from her son.
"Mom...you're not really taking a....that class. Are you?"
In a surprisingly sassy moment my very reserved, very sweet co-worker zaps back the email:
"Well you knew I was looking for a new job!"
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I wonder if her kids will stop letting her play with me cause I'm a bad influence on their Mom.
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oh my god! that is sooo funny! I wish we had something like that here. it would be a good way to lose some baby fat!
i can't wait till my kids are old enuf for me to embarass them. i just can't wait!
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