I not only saw John Abraham. . .

BUT HE CAME UP TO ME, TALKED TO ME, AND TOUCHED ME!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

(Editorial Note: For the people who don't know, John Abraham is one of THE most famous/breathtakingly gorgeous actors in India. It's like talking to Christian Bale or something).

So, I was upstairs doing my usual workout - running, elliptical, pushups, situps, and I my hair was everywhere and sweaty. I then go downstairs to work on the machines. FORTUNATELY, I go get a glass of water in the free weights area and I SEE HIM. He is completely alone in the free weights area with his personal trainer, and I almost slosh the entire glass down my shirt. I try not to stare at him, but he is facing the mirror and I can see his PERFECTION - he is GORGEOUS, with HUGE muscles and pleasant smile.

I go back to my machines and are cursing them because none of them face the free weights area. At one point while I am grunting, he is right behind me and I can stare at him freely through the mirror, talking to his HOT friend. They are BOTH checking out my tattoo. I KNEW there was a reason to get this thing.

So, he goes to the standing press machine - the machine allows multiple people to use the swinging presses. He is the only one there and I think to myself, "Dude, get up and use a press next to him."

SO I get up and go to the triceps press and start pushing down. I curse to myself that I can't see him now because he is standing behind me.

All of a sudden, I feel a presence next to me. Everything hushes (except for the pounding music and shouting people).

He says, "Actually, just go up to here, see, here, halfway like this," and PUTS HIS HAND ON MINE (his sweaty palm pressing down on the top of my hand), and I turn and look in his eyes, he is totally waiting for me to say something, and I say,

"uh. ok."

He smiles at me and walks away. Like this:


(Actual picture of John, my new friend)

I just want to tell you that, I can now go back to the States.

JEALOUS?!? I'm jealous of myself 30 minutes ago.

(Editorial note: I later go to buy jeans that day, and at the Wrangler store his picture takes up an entire wall and I say to the people when I buying a pair of jeans, "I MET HIM TODAY AND HE TALKED TO ME AND TOUCHED ME!!!" They were impressed, or thought I was crazy.)