Many already know my story: WW took my son, moved in with the OM, got me jammed up at work, will most likely lose the career I've had for the last 21yrs, having a rough time paying the bills, you know the drill.
About a month ago I met a really cool woman. She is also separated and we hit it off well. Anyway she's a gymnast and cheerleader. An absolute knockout, she's really attractive.
So she talked me into joining her cheer leading squad. Me, one gay guy, and 12 young women. What's not to like.
I never knew how challenging and fun this was. So anyway, last week I ended up rupturing my bicep tendon catching her during a stunt. Probably will need surgery to repair it.
Tonight at cheer practice she tells me she's been "talking" with this other dude and basically I got friendzoned. WTF? Sometimes I wonder why I even try.