Antioxidants have got me causing accidents

Once again, ignore my previous post. L12, I fart on your shit. Don’t expect me to keep up the level of intrigue and excitement that has been consistent in everything else I've written, though. Every day can’t be a staple-removing day!

Anyways, today I was at the gym and decided to go sunbathe by the pool. While I was walking there, an old man smiled at me and said something. I had headphones on, so I took them off and he repeated himself. Guess what this guy said to me? A friendly greeting? A comment on the weather, which everybody knows makes for scintillating conversation?

Nope. He said happily, "You look like a fraternity boy!"

I laughed along with him for a second, and once his words sunk in, I laughed and laughed even more. Then I punched him in the gut, sending him flying over a conveniently-placed fence and proving my femininity. Take that, ancient bitchass.

In his defense, I had on an oversize shirt from a men's college sports team, I was disgusting and sweaty, and I have short hair, so I probably did look like a frat guy after a workout. But I’d never met this man-he’s not supposed to randomly tell me I look like a boy when he had obviously realized that I was not a boy. In fact, I still am not a boy. Amazing how rarely these things change in the course of one's life.

Another quick story. This one also takes place at a gym, to illuminate just how fun and excitement-filled my life is. So. I’m pretty sure the new guy working at the gym was staring at me. When I was leaving, he gave me this look, which I can’t explain, but whatever. This would’ve been a bit creepy in most circumstances. Luckily, this isn't most circumstances. He's hot. And he only works weekends, so guess where I’m going to be tomorrow?

Yeah, that’s right. I never thought I’d say this, but I heart Boca.

-G