"Oh."She shrugged. "Hey, I had a good time last night ... and this morning. Didn't you?"I nodded firmly. "I did." Then enjoy it for what it was, a gre...t time. Isn't that what this Olympic experience is all about?" Well..." I hedged. "I DID come here with specific swimming goals in mind." And you achieved them. Now it's your time to celebrate. I know what it's like to train so hard for an event like this. It's a lonely road, working from 6am to 9pm every day it feels like. There's no time to go. I finally got my foot in the door at one thriving Italian place in Marina Del Rey. After a few months I went from one-day shift behind the bar to head bartender and co-manager. Plus, I met her. The catering manager and manager of it's sister restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard. Sunya was her name; gorgeous light olive-brown skin, long straight soft brown hair and a beautiful set of big brown eyes. Although this remarkable creature was engaged, her relationship was obviously on the rocks. She. It was a ‘nervous tic’ that the rotund man would perform countless times a day, probably as a subconscious worry over his obvious weight issues. He finished his body sculpting and collected some papers off the podium. Then he quickly made his way out the door and into his office across the hall. Tim, like the rest of the class, was a little flustered but began working on the assignment. The level of noise quickly rose as everyone was questioning everyone else about what one character had said,. She turned her head around when she first felt me touch her, but she didn't complain or say anything as I started to massage her feet. Instead, she turned back to the TV and kept watching. I wondered whether she was paying attention to the movie or whether she was just watching the TV but wondering what my next move would be.When Denise Richards showed up on screen wearing workout shorts and a halter top I said "Hey, I think you'd look good in that outfit. Don't you?" I guess so. It's not that.