When I was 23 I was living in Park Slope with my boyfriend of three years. One day I got fired from my job and then he left me a few weeks later. (unrelated) All my friends had jobs. They were busy all day long. I had no money, but I had prepaid my year at the gym. I had nothing to do so I started spending major time at the gym. Since my time was so available it wouldn't be unusual to find me spending an hour on the stationary bike, and then doing a round of weights. I'd linger in the locker room, not having any where else to go. All the ladies there were so supportive. Every day at least one lady would stop me and tell me how good I was looking. The gym became my new favorite place. The friendly ladies there would comment on my all my hard work, knew how much time I had been putting in at the gym and were just the most out going, supportive, warmest, kindest group of women ever. I really felt loved. Spending all that time at the gym exercising and chatting really helped me to feel good about myself again, positive, and ready to take on the world and re-enter the dating scene.
Later I realized it was the gay gym.
Ah well, a compliment is a compliment, regardless of it's source. At least you didn't find phone numbers poked through the slats in your locker.
Posted by: danelle | October 11, 2005 at 10:05 PM
hee hee!
Posted by: SF Knitter | October 11, 2005 at 10:43 PM
Now you're just bragging.
Posted by: Debbie | October 12, 2005 at 01:14 PM
Naw, I'm done. Two L stories is all I have.
Posted by: clickmom | October 12, 2005 at 01:59 PM
LOL!
Posted by: Busy Mom | October 12, 2005 at 03:40 PM