The guy on the left. I cyber-stalked him: http://www.ufc.com/JonJones

I’m about to brag. At the end of this you will wonder why I even thought this was braggable material, but come on!! Throw me a bone!! It’s always nice to get hit-on or complimented, even if it’s by construction workers who are shouting crude obscenities in Spanish or homeless men offering to “tap that ass,” in exchange for liquor. Regardless, any type of compliment makes you feel a tinge better about yourself and after feeling like a beached whale in a bikini for 7 days, I really needed a boost. This guy was hot though AND a UFC Fighter. WHOOP WHOOP!

I was in line at Bojangle’s (yes, I said Bojangle’s, home of crispy fried-chicken goodness) in the Charlotte airport. I had a layover from Destin, FL to Chicago and was grabbing food before I hopped on my last flight. A 6’4″, buffed out, good-looking African American guy was one person in front of me. He was talking to another buffed-out guy who was shouting his order while he walked to the seating area to score a table. Buff guy #1 had to turn and look at Buff guy #2 so I saw him catch a glimpse at me. I had freakin tan lines streaking across my chest and face, along with ratted hair from sleeping on the first flight so I was sure he was not impressed with what he saw as he turned back immediately. After we both ordered (and the girls at the register drooled over him, hitting eachother on the arms, “Girrlll, I almost forgot how to type, that man is FIINE!!”), we were waiting for our food at the end of the counter. Then he spoke:

Big Buff Guy: How are you today?

ME: Great. And you?

Big Buff Guy: Your travels good?

ME: Yes. And yours?

Big Buff Guy: Good. I just got back from Vegas.

ME: Ohh nooo, GUYS TRIP! WOOHOO! Lauren! Control yourself! Did you have a good time?

Big Buff Guy: Yeah. It was actually awesome. I’m a UFC fighter and had a match there this weekend.

ME: NO WAY!! I freakin love UFC. I read that Brock Lesnar acted a fool after he beat Frank Mir. Somebody put him back in the WFF for goodness sakes. Did you win?

Big Buff Guy: Yeah. I did.

ME: Congratulations!! What class?

Big Buff Guy: Light Heavy Weight.  He could’ve said the other way around – I don’t remember.

ME: That’s quite an accomplishment. Great job. turned around and stared at the counter. silent pause

Big Buff Guy: Where did you go?

ME: Oh.. family vacation in Destin, FL.

Big Buff Guy: Was is fun visiting with your family? You got some sun.

ME: Yeah. I too had a fight this weekend, with the sun, and it kicked my ass.  laughter That guy that was with you – he’s pretty ripped as well. Is he a fighter.

Big Buff Guy: No. He’s my kick-boxing trainer. Are you coming over to this area or do you have to catch your plane?

ME: Catch my plane.  Food came and my bag was bigger than his! Remember - he ordered for two people! Buff people!  Wow. I have more food than you – I don’t feel like an idiot. Well, congratulations again. It was nice talking to you.

Big Buff Guy: You too.  His trainer yells for him to come over. He walks off. Stops like he’s about to say something else. Then walks off again.

I told you. Stupid. I’m not completely confident that he was flirting, but it was still a boost. I have a long-time boyfriend so flirting is fuel for about 5 mos, HELL - flirting from a UFC fighter – one that wins – is fuel for a year. So when Rob asks me why I’m wearing what I’m wearing.. I’m good.

Anyhow. I totally Internet stalked this guy. His name is Jon Jones and is an up-and-coming fighter. BAM!! Now back to real life….

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