The Heat is On In Saigon

Carl has a new name for me. It's Miss Saigon.

It started out when I did not have any training schedule and I was bored to tears so I observed him run his class for a couple of hours. He had a class full of rowdy boys who love rock and roll.

Even their group names were names of '90's bands. They get a kick out of yelling "Rock on!" when someone says a grammatically incorrect sentence.

After observing Carl, I would meet them in along the hallways and they were always enthusiastic about seeing me.

One of Carl's trainees is a true blue American and during their graduation day, I mind fucked him. He lost seven rounds of verbal war and apparently, it turned him on. He said that no one in Manila has ever left him speechless and he was asking Carl for my contact number so that he can ask me out on a date.

Carl, thankfully, is a good friend of mine. He did not give out my number because he said that that guy was married and is just such a horn dog. (I love you, Carl.)

He isn't hot at all and one word I used to describe him, to Carl's amusement, is "scraggly".

He was ribbing me about it with some other trainers and he said that the guy was flirting with another girl in his training room. But now I am his new Miss Saigon.

"Kodi can now be classified as exotique," Carl remarked.

Mike said, "Well, then, Kodi, you can also be his helicopter."

Yep. I'll be taking off in a bit.