I’ve never been good with introductions…

Before today’s random post, I just needed to say that we here at Indecisive Peach all need to welcome all the inquisitive minds that are going to come poking around my site in the next couple days because I was shamelessly promoting my blog in one of my grad classes today. As I furtively gave out my link to one girl the other day, I only later remembered how the current post was about tossing my cookies. *sigh*

Graciously she braced herself and delved into the archives which led her to admit to me that she also has a deep fear of the popping dough cans. I knew deep down that I could not have been alone on that.
 

So in my continued effort to workout, now being in a rut after my week long unwanted exercise abstinence, I suggest to HWSNBN to meet up at the campus gym. I had irregularly dressed up, having the thought earlier in the week that I hadn’t worn earrings in a while and then that devolved into thinking that I hadn’t worn a dress with form fitting shirt in a while …Naturally then I needed a little makeup. It was madness.

Nonetheless. I got the gym and meandered through the halls looking for him. I wandered through the halls watching people chase after balls, grimace on treadmills, and even caught an impromptu flamenco [Ed. Note: This post was not caught up under the astute editing eye of J before I posted. *le sigh*] performance on the second floor. Also on the second floor is a gap in the wall that has a railing to look out over the weight room. When I absentmindedly leaned against the railing to pull out my phone and call HWSHBN, I noted the scent of sweat and musk wafting up and I dropped my eyes down.

There were about 15 men in various stances of strain covered the room and suddenly I noticed one guy lifting a round weight. He caught my eye for a solid couple of seconds and I felt my face blush. Standing there being so obviously female in my paisley skirt and seemingly leering in the slight moment that I paused to look down, I had the briefest thought of, “You know, I just don’t think I’m cut out to be a good female pervert.” [Ed. Note: *sigh number three*]

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6 Responses to I’ve never been good with introductions…

  1. The Rebuker says:

    Lingering looks, the scent of man-sweat, performing flamingoes . . . what a titillating morning at the gym. I would ask whether you worked out or not, but who cares!

  2. firewings says:

    The lingering look was the workout.

  3. Kallie_Pigeon says:

    Better yet — my irrational childhood fear was the Unabomber. Not Ted What’s-His-Name, mind you, the Unabomber. The hoodie and the shades. The ‘stache. My mom tried to soothe me. “Honey,” she’d say, “He wouldn’t hurt you. He targets people who teach at big universities and make a lot of money.” No matter. I wouldn’t get the mail for a year. And a two-by-four in a parking lot? Panic attack.

  4. firewings says:

    To play devil’s advocate, I wonder if you have reoccurrences now that you’re teaching at a university…

  5. Kallie_Pigeon says:

    With the sort of salary I’m likely to command as a rhetor, I’ll be writing the manifestos rather than heeding them….

  6. firewings says:

    I’d say solicit a hoodie and sunglasses for Christmas; but then, I like putting people around me on edge a bit and that may not quite be your bag.

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