My kickboxing instructor...literally the sexiest most badass girl I have ever seen in my life. Hands down.
Since I swore off pursuing any kind of relationships (given my severe cynicism) and (severe failures.)
When it comes, it will come. In the meantime I will just do what every teenage (boy) does: fantasize about certain girls! AKA my kickboxing instructor. So obsessed. She's a college graduate so it's rather intimidating but whatever, I don't get all predatory and intense as I tend to do. I merely stand back and ogle her. Whatever. It is what it is. And thoroughly bask in whenever we make eye contact. I'm probably the most eager student. All wide eyed and bushy tailed! Well who could blame me she's so damn SCULPTED! Gahhh! She makes me actually want to work out more. And consistently. And hard. 
And once I saw her working as a personal trainer. Dude if she was MY personal trainer I would try FAR TOO hard to get her touch me as much as possible. It would be a major failure. No wonder in the movies and TV and shit you see so much shit about people sleeping with their personal trainers. 'CUZ THEY'RE SMOKING HOT AS FUCK!
She seems like she'd be a wonderful dancer too. She has fantastic arms. And abs I'm sure. She sweats a lot too and I'm just thinking to myself, "Okay your shirt is drenched please take it off!" 
THREE CHEERS FOR NOT LIKING FRIENDS ANYMORE. SO DONE WITH THAT. It was miserable. I love them to death though of course, as all of my friends. =) But today, I am so much happier with myself/life/everything now that that is a massive weight off of my shoulders.
I can now get crazier much easier. Although it's only getting increasingly difficult and infuriating given that this is the reddest state ever...and thus I can't go around hitting on girls, as much as I would fucking love to.
West Hollywood...here I come in a bit over 2 years. Let's hope so.