Dear Diary,
Needless to say, I am eager to return to the rec center tonight. Not only for "Man in tux" but also because I failed to mention, let alone expound upon, the delightful features that "Rock Climbing instructor" had going for him. In our brief encounter, I discovered that he's handsome, funny, not a college student, and from Tampa. Tampa is not too long distance from Orlando. And he can climb rocks without harnesses or assistance! That is masculinity at its finest.
(I actually don't know about that last fact, but I'm assuming he can because he's an instructor and devastatingly handsome, which equals unordinary rock climbing ability...)
We heard howling outside the window as we were settling down and getting ready for bed last night and the girls and I determined that it must have been "Man in tux" in the yard outside howling and holding a boom box on his shoulder. I mean, what other explanation could there be, right?
At any rate, I have found the ideal hotspot to frequent at the Rec Center upon my return tonight. It's pictured on the upper right . I wonder what tomorrow should hold...
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