The big party night for Torontonians is typically Thursday. Fridays and Saturdays we leave for the 905′ers (the area code for the people who live in Toronto suburbs). We don’t like to mix. I didn’t go out tonight because I’ve been out every night this week, and I am exhausted. I wanted to get a workout in before my sister comes to town for the weekend (there are actually 3 of us sisters).

I find it hard to get to the gym on a Thursday because there’s always something going on, so it’s usually my designated night off from the gym. It’s a good thing too, because the only people at the gym on Toronto’s funnest night are losers. I was a little pissed about having to be surrounded by freaks while my friends were out on the town, but then the hot trainer at my gym showed up and I thought he would make up for it.

I actually can’t believe I’ve never written about him before. He’s pretty much (at least physically) the perfect man. A while back, I had done a post about men in Lululemon pants, and I was referring specifically to him and how hot he looks in them. I usually have to take 5 deep breaths before I can walk past him to get a bar for the cable. I’ve never actually spoke to the guy, so he could be a complete moron, but I’m not into him for his intellect.

I saw him out last weekend when I was out for Nuit Blanche (some art thing) (he was with some skank that I know I could beat up), but he looked even better in his street clothes, and I figured I would have to take 10 deep breathes to pass his office on my way in to the gym.

But…he got a haircut. Not such a good idea. He didn’t have long hair to begin with, it was nice and trim, but he cut it super short, and it’s not flattering. If you don’t have a nice skull, you really shouldn’t do that. And it shows off his bald spot. But, now that he’s less hot, I can probably work up the nerve to talk to him, and just wait a month or so for his hair to grow back. (And figure out some way to get the skank he was with on Saturday to leave town).