I’d arranged to meet James my gym buddy for a quick work-out. I had a lot of stress to vent and felt that the treadmill could potentially be in for a pounding this evening. I hopped in the car and switched my i-pod to my work-out playlist to get me in the mood. My work-out playlist tends to switch between very angry rock numbers and ‘techno techno’ awful dance tunes. Today’s playlist of choice featured generic tunes with my favourite bass line - ‘mmm tsss, mmm tsss’ I nodded along in time as the man at the traffic lights next to me gave me a quizzical look. I swung my little blue yaris into the car park and drove round aimlessly for a while trying to decide which bay to park in – the trouble is there is just too much choice! I inwardly scolded myself for my indecisive nature and attempted miserably to Bay Park. After two failed attempts I squeezed myself in next to a parked moped knowing that I’d probably be returning to a scratch on my door for my efforts. Purse in hand and swinging my towel over my shoulder I headed for the gym.
I found James already on the treadmill and chose the machine next to him. He paused his workout to chat as I set up an incline walk. We exchanged pleasantries and I asked how things were with his girlfriend Ashleigh. He made some non-committal response with a look on his face that told me something was up. When I continued to press him for details I couldn’t help but laugh at the story that followed. He told me the other day they were lounging in bed when Ashleigh announces she’s going to the toilet for a poo. Apparently the thought of girls going to the toilet, for him, is such a big turn off that he felt compelled to dump her the next day. At this I tried to tell him that perhaps his reaction was quite extreme and maybe he had been a little harsh (poor girl!). Having said this I still felt the need to apologise in the name of all women. Not sure I would ever tell a boyfriend my toilet habits but I made a mental note not to refer to this in any way ever again. To make up for Ashleigh’s let down of ‘team girl’ I attempted to reassure James that most girls never go for poos or fart for that matter - we are far too cleanly! In much the same way we girls don't sweat whilst on the cross trainer, we glow. Our James isn’t the brightest crayon in the tin (though he sure does look great in a wife beater & sweatpants!) but I wasn’t sure he fell for my attempts to reinstate women as the pinnacle of hygiene!
Thought of the day: "The limits of my words are the limits of my world" Ludwig Wittgenstein
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Well said.
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