Money can get you lots of things

As the great project of hohothotter began in august 2011 Badtaste found herself from the hands of a personal trainer once a week. The beginnig was icy and off, but this new hobby seemed to be giving results, so Mr.Inappropriate didn't get dumped straight away. After some minor detective work combined with my gay radar I came to the conclusion that my PT just had to be into dicks not chicks. I mean over thirty, fit and muscular, does odd dancing in movies, so I assumed casual talking with him would have been safe. Life lesson people, never assume anything. 

So gradually we became closer and we were able to joke about things and Mr.Inappropriate also heard stories about Romeo, who at that time was being a nice guy. Anyhow, my radar was very wrong as a month into working out I found the buildings nurse sitting on his lap, which was ok as I didn't have that kind of feelings for him.

As soon as some pumps on the road with Romeo appeared Mr.Inappropriate started to act a bit confusingly. I'm glad I had those work out appointments only once a week, that one hour was one painful step towards a firmer future. But of course, Mr. Inappropriate had to ruin my new masochistic enjoyment. In November in the middle of our session he decided to suggest coffee on a saturday in a Thai restaurant.  I mean, hello who self respecting over thirty's guy thinks a Thai restaurant is a good place for a date or whatever? In a very uncertain way and in a confused state of mind Badtaste agreed, which was followed by history's most uncomfortable stretching time ever. It was painful anyhow, but combined with the feeling of anxiety hell was not far.

Badtaste's problem was now so far from reality that she had to call in the true professional for help- her mother. The mother was delegated to get rid of Mr.Inappropriate. Badtaste told her to tell him that she was leaving and moving abroad by e-mail. One day later Badtaste's mobile beeped threateningly, it was Mr.Inappropriate 'professionally' wondering where she was going to. After a brief explanation he professionally encouraged Badtaste to carry on working out and eating correctly.  Bad taste is not that gullible, so dude wake up call- we are past professional, so cut the crap.

With credit to my own preventative skills I don't have personal experience from the below.