A guy in my krav maga class tried to pick me up after our workout yesterday. I chatted with him for a couple of minutes before I dashed out the door. After an hour and a half of push ups, sprints, throwing punches, kicking, and ab work I have completely sweat through my shirt, my hair looks like a rat’s nest, and my mascara is under my eyes. I look like shit. Of course, I’m interested!
The diary of one girl's attempt to find a Jewish man who loves bacon as much as she does.