As a single 28 year old you can't help but walk into a gym wondering if there're gonna be guys. Trying not to think about it is like me, a 5'8 tiny thing, against a 300 pound sumo wrestler. There's no way I'm gonna win. I can't win against all the dripping and drooping flab that comes out from everywhere as it runs at me. Anyway... you get the picture.

I walked into the gym with Carina. She's one of my best friends. Shorter than me (5'5) with brown thick hair, a gorgeous face... kinda like the pretty student from Mr. Holland's Opus, you know the one? Probably not... but just trying to give you a visual. Anyway, Carina is awesome. She's very fiery and passionate with a beautiful heart. And I do have to take credit... I did set her up with her boy friend Scott who happened to be my room mate at the time. I know what you're thinking... I'm pretty much amazing at setting people up... I've got 1 couple on my repertoire and another couple that actually broke up, but still... you've gotta give me some credit, right?

I look around and I see a few guys. Most are young guys who look like they haven't even passed puberty yet. Carina looks at me knowingly and I roll my eyes. She knows exactly what I'm thinking. Like really? These guys look like their so full on testosterone that even the volley-ball has to deal with their hormones... (by that I mean hitting the ball as hard as they can). I walk towards the bleachers. "Look out!!". I turn and a ball looks me straight in the face. SMACK!!! I almost fall over. I feel somewhat dizzy and Carina's looking at me with concern. I hear "Are you okay?" and I turn towards the owner of the voice. I look through my one bleary eye (the other's been knocked to the back of my head) and I somehow manage to twist my ankle and fall on the floor. HONESTLY! Can't I get a break? He grabs my hand with a nice firm grasp. I look at him again. From what I can see, he is the hottest guy I've ever seen. If you've ever seen The Killers with Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigle, there's this scene where they meet. Heigle is standing in an elevator munching on Tums (some sort of stomach problem I think) and the elevator door opens and there's Ashton Kutcher standing in swim trunks just staring at her with the sexy look on his face. And let's be honest here... Ashton's hot! He just is... I'll be the first to admit I wanna date someone who looks like him and let me tell you... this guy... the guy who knocked my face into a pancake... he's Ashton. "Are you alright?" he asks again. Yeah... I'm great... though my face feels like it's on fire and, what? Yes that's great... now I'm crying out of one eye and... o wait... here comes the other one. And to top it all off... I think I'm not just crying out of shock of being hit, I'm crying because of how hot you are and I do believe the world is lacking in hot guys. I try to smile through my tears, "I'm great! Nothing like a six pack to start warm-up!" I wipe my eyes and by this time I can see all of him and I have come to the conclusion that he is Ashton Kutcher.

Carina looks my Ashton dream man, "Man, you've got power on the ball." Ashton smiles slightly. "Yeah... I like to hit'em hard." We all stand there awkwardly. Kinda like in the movies when all three people don't know what to say and don't know when to leave. Carina grabs me and pulls me into the change room. Before I can say anything, "Don't say it!" I look at my face in the mirror and gulp in horror. Not only is my face red but my eyes have lost my mascara and its smudged all over my face. Great. Good times. I wipe it off and look a little like a human being minus the red puffs around my eyes. I turn to Carina, "I'm ready." I walk to the door and Carina says, "Well, at least if you do end up dating, it's a good way to meet." I look at her, "Gee thanks." Carina laughs, "Just tryin to see the bright side of things though I can imagine how embarrassing that was." I pull open the door, "Can you?"

We warm up with the rest of our team. Scott joins us and bursts out laughing when he hears the story. I look over at Ashton who comes over to me. I keep my mouth shut and pray I don't say anything stupid. "I don't think I apologized to you. I was... yeah... I was just caught up with making sure you were okay. So... sorry." I nod and for some reason I can't open my mouth. I try to think of something to say. But for some reason my teeth have locked. I panic and my heart races as Ashton continues to stare at me, waiting for me to acknowledge his apology. Can I just open my mouth and say, "No probs, dude. I'm fabuloso." To my utter horror I realize I'd said that out loud. I actually said that lame-ass comment out loud! Ashton looks at me with a weird expression. I knew I sounded way to overly enthusiastic, like I was actually saying, "Oh it's great! Hit me again! I love it! I love having my face smashed in!" He holds out his hand, "I'm Ashton, by the way." My mouth drops open and he stares at me again. I suppose that any chance of me getting a date with him is wiped of the chalk bored. "He's hot," slips out of my mouth. Thankfully it was a mutter. "Sorry?" he says. "Bridget. My name is Bridget," there... YES! I can actually manage to say a phrase. "Nice to meet you." I smile back at him and walk away awkwardly as the whistle is blown. I walk over to Carina and she looks at me curiously. "What did you say?" she asks. I tell her and she starts laughing. I then ask myself for the thousandth time, why is it that I tell her when I act stupid? Then I remember that I actually enjoy her getting a kick out of it.

Thankfully getting hit in the face was the climax to the evening. Surprisingly to most people I can actually play volley ball enough to be somewhat natural. Not that I'm amazing, but I can hit the ball. I dug two balls hit by one of the testosteronie, pubescent boys, and I managed to block another. It felt good.

Carina drops me off at my apartment and tells me she'll call me tomorrow. I enter my apartment building and go to my mail box and am happy to receive a letter from one of my other best friends Phillipa. She lives in Ottawa. We met at film school and have been best friends since. I take the letter out of the my box, close it, and walk to my apartment.

I'm sitting on the couch when I decide to check my messages and its Isla. She's my cousin and my other best friend. By now you can establish that I have three. My three best girls. I love em' and am so grateful for them. Each are different and each are the most amazing girls. Isla tells me that she wants to meet for coffee tomorrow. No probs by me. I turn to my letter, open it, and settle in for a nice evening.