I heaved my lazy ass out of bed early this morning as part of my training for next week’s 5K — even debuted my Run Against Bush t-shirt! But there was one thing that I noticed during my run, and all of my prior runs around Washington Square Park: there’s this guy who hangs out at the corner of Washington Place and Washington Square East. He’s there every time I’m out running — usually around 7:45 or 8:00 AM. And every time I run past him (which is not more than 5 times right now — I’m up to 2.5 miles), I want to shout at him — don’t you have someplace to be right now?! What the hell are you doing, standing here watching us all jog by? Are you looking at my boobs? Eeeww! But I don’t. I just keep running. See you tomorrow, creep.
What Are You Lookin’ At?!?
I heaved my lazy ass out of bed early this morning as part of my training for next week’s 5K — even debuted my Run Against Bush t-shirt! But there…
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I’m a bit sad. It seems you have a grudgewith some guy who enjoys his mornings relaxing outside. Then all of the sudden he’s interested in your jugs? Repeat after me, I-S-S-U-E-S!!! You once asked why men ask you if you aren’t married…uhhhh! That’s the reason…way too much drama, even over a guy enjoying his morning.
I’m a bit sad. It seems you have a grudgewith some guy who enjoys his mornings relaxing outside. Then all of the sudden he’s interested in your jugs? Repeat after me, I-S-S-U-E-S!!! You once asked why men ask you if you aren’t married…uhhhh! That’s the reason…way too much drama, even over a guy enjoying his morning.
Sad?
Easy tiger. Part of writing is this nifty thing called “creative license.” It means that sometimes I stretch things a little for entertainment value. Do I really think this guy is looking at my boobs? No. He’s completely harmless. And I do wonder why he’s out there every day — does he work for the park? Does he live in the neighborhood? Is he on some sort of breakfast break? I have no clue. Whatever. He was there again this morning.
But there’s no need to attack me, or make some determination about my love life from reading my blog, which is merely one small slice of my life. We all have issues, my friend. But thanks for your “insight.”
As I have said before: If you don’t like my humor, no need to read my blog, and certainly no need to insult me. So far, my blog has been a very happy place, and I intend to keep it that way.
Have a lovely day.
Sad?
Easy tiger. Part of writing is this nifty thing called “creative license.” It means that sometimes I stretch things a little for entertainment value. Do I really think this guy is looking at my boobs? No. He’s completely harmless. And I do wonder why he’s out there every day — does he work for the park? Does he live in the neighborhood? Is he on some sort of breakfast break? I have no clue. Whatever. He was there again this morning.
But there’s no need to attack me, or make some determination about my love life from reading my blog, which is merely one small slice of my life. We all have issues, my friend. But thanks for your “insight.”
As I have said before: If you don’t like my humor, no need to read my blog, and certainly no need to insult me. So far, my blog has been a very happy place, and I intend to keep it that way.
Have a lovely day.
Brava!
Brava!
is there a bus stop nearby?
is there a bus stop nearby?
Good thought, Cynthia, but no. I think he might have something to do with this metal cart-thingy that looks like it might contain electrical equipment — he carries a key with a big wooden handle. Also — he wasn’t there today at first, but showed up in time for my second lap — about 8 AM.
Good thought, Cynthia, but no. I think he might have something to do with this metal cart-thingy that looks like it might contain electrical equipment — he carries a key with a big wooden handle. Also — he wasn’t there today at first, but showed up in time for my second lap — about 8 AM.