Easy to please
Apr. 21st, 2005 08:09 amLast night I was standing in the parking lot and ran into a friend-girl in the parking lot on the way to class. We stood there talking for a while, and I noticed she kept staring at my legs. Powers of interpretation were invoked, and I said "I'm sorry, I know - I know, I'm really pale. Not gonna change!" She said "No, you're just really muscular, and it makes me think I should really go to the gym more." I laugh and thank her, and go back to school chatter.
Like an hour later I realize I caught a girl eyeing me up and down, and then admitting to staring at my legs. HELL YEAH! YEAH! Busted...looking at me! YEAH BABY!
This has actually happened a couple of times lately, which to me is odd as I have mostly ditched lifting weights with my legs since I got insane about boxing.
Oh - and the pope looks like he's already been FARKed. Yeah I know I know, sick of pope-ing.
Like an hour later I realize I caught a girl eyeing me up and down, and then admitting to staring at my legs. HELL YEAH! YEAH! Busted...looking at me! YEAH BABY!
This has actually happened a couple of times lately, which to me is odd as I have mostly ditched lifting weights with my legs since I got insane about boxing.
Oh - and the pope looks like he's already been FARKed. Yeah I know I know, sick of pope-ing.