Girl Reaction - part II

I went to the gym during lunch today. I haven't been in awhile because of all the strain of moving from one house to another. And because I'm damned lazy.

I did a fast workout with high reps and low weight. I didn't have much time and I needed to go fast. I pumped and pumped as I glanced at the posters on the walls featuring Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime. Yeah, I look nothing like that.


When I was done, I went into the locker room and took a shower. When I got out of the shower and began to get dressed I had the unfortunate experience of seeing my full nude profile in the mirror.

Ugh.

I stood there looking in horror. This is the guy that flirts with gorgeous women on the internet? This guy? THIS guy?! Oh Lord, what if they ever emailed and said "hey, I'm coming to Memphis to see you, you big stud, you!"

I would shit. I mean, oh my God, I look like ASS.


I thought maybe it was just an off day, you know, where my imagination was getting the worst of me. So I stepped on the scale.

WTF?

Oh, damn, this isn't making me feel any better. Maybe the scale is off? Maybe it's just gas and after a good fart I'll be back to normal? You know, I haven't farted all day. Maybe that's all it is?

Damn Thanksgiving holiday!

I hopped in my new Memphismobile and drove to the sandwich place that I always go to to grab some lunch.

As I stood in line waiting for my sandwich, a beautiful blonde girl came in and stood in line next to me. It was the very same blonde girl I had noticed checking me out one month ago in this very same restaurant.

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Was she checking me out? What was her reaction?


Her arms were crossed across her chest and she was looking away from me, avoiding any eye contact.

As I looked in her direction, trying not to be obvious, she crossed her legs, too.


She was standing up, and still managed to cross both her arms and legs in response to me.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh damn fucking hell!

I'm not having a good day.


Rejected

* On a side note, did you know that whenever you comment out anything in your HTML code on Blogger now, it fucking deletes it? I was editing this post and commented out half of it to come back and work on later. I didn't delete it. But Blogger, having been written by fucking retarded monkeys, automatically deleted every single line of it, much as it inserts fucking carriage returns two and three times into posts that I didn't want fucking carriage returns inserted into. Someone needs to find the retarded monkeys who run Blogger and shoot them.

Girl Reaction

I went to lunch at my usual place. I couldn't decide if I wanted to take my food and drive home to do a few things before returning to work, or just sit down and eat it there. As I was heading towards the door, a relatively attractive woman in sweats came in.

I decided to eat it there.

As I sat at a table, facing the line of people, I noticed that the woman paid some attention to me, here and there, and some attention to the guy who came and stood in line after her. It was nothing dramatic. Women are rarely obvious. But it got me curious.

And besides, what else was there to do while sitting alone eating a sandwich?

A beautiful 20-something girl in skin-tight jeans came in with her mother. My attention immediately shifted. Would I get any reaction from her? She was really impressive. Her mother wasn't bad, either.

Ah, here and there, just bit, she stood and posed her ass in front of me, apparently enjoying some guy-reaction from me, or so it seemed. I tried to be subtle, but hell, I'm a guy. How subtle are we when staring at a 20-year-old's ass? Not so much.

She and her mother took their time getting their things together. She stood with assets out in the middle of my line of sight, where I could easily see, while talking to her mother. Then they slowly left. She watched me watching her ass out of the corner of her eye.

This was fascinating stuff. Not bad at all.

An older woman came in, reasonably attractive, but probably in her 40s. She was far less subtle than the 20-something girl. She spoke to me from across the room. I spoke back. We said a few things and then had nothing more to say. She went and sat down at another table, facing me.

Just then, a Blonde-haired, blue-eyed college girl came in, wearing a Univerisity of Memphis sweatshirt and tight jeans. She actually paused to look at me for a moment as she entered, then turned to look outside, and then went up to stand in line. Another, very unattractive woman came in and stood with her. They talked about medical things as they ordered. The girl seemed to move her butt around a lot, which acted like a waving red cape to a bull for me.

After they had gotten their food, the girl stopped and stood in front of me while talking to her very unattractive friend. They talked for quite awhile and as they did so, I noticed that the beautiful blonde girl was always standing facing me. I tried to act as if I didn't notice. Eventually, they moved out the door and stood outside.

Ah, here's the real test.

The blonde girl then stopped just outside the door and talked some more to her ugly friend. As she did so, she turned, once again, to face me, so that her friend, and I really appreciated this, had her back to me.

Just for the heck of it, and to feed my own fatigued ego, I got up and left. As I walked past the beautiful girl, I took note of what she did.

She turned towards me as I walked past and kept turning with me as I walked all the way to my truck. Even as her friend began to walk away and say 'goodbye' the girl walked backwards, talking to her departing friend and still facing me.

Do I smell like pussy today? Is there money sticking out of my pants pocket that I don't know about? Is there something in the air? Should I buy a lottery ticket today? Is there something unusual or impressive about a man in black pants, black shoes, and a blue button-down shirt? What's up with this?

Whatever it is, I'm damn happy about it. I wish it was like this every day.