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*Not only because of all the great amenities and equipment*
I pay what I pay and forego sunshine and natural terrain to walk/run on because of SKEEZEBALL MEN!
This morning, for some reason (oh, because it was finally nice when I had a morning with a couple of hours to spare) I decided to get some nice natural sun and go for a real walk, instead of my usual walking/jogging on a treadmill while watching a movie in the dark.
After all, it was fine and dandy a few Fridays ago when a coworker and I forewent the gym in favor of sunshine and beautiful warm temperatures and went for a several mile walk together.
I had a decent time, until I had turned around and started back. I got honked at and told "Shake that ass, baby!", although I guess I will just be thankful that that car did not turn around or come back at me or continue to harrass me.
Then, I was literally blocks from home. An older SUV (Bronco or something like that) not only honked, but slowed down and STOPPED. A guy rolled down the window and poked his head out with the "love" face.
I shook my head "no" at him, and he drove off, but very, very slowly.
Just to be safe, I slowed my pace and made sure he was well out of view before I turned onto my block and into my building.
Fucking skeezeballs.
I should have known better. Three years ago around this time, I was without a car for about a month, and I walked to the tanning salon or to the gas station nearly every morning (a mile and a half or so from home), and I was constantly honked at, but the one time that sticks in my head was this one time I was in the same area, just blocks from home, and a truck honked, slowed down, STOPPED, and I made it clear I wasn't interested, and the guy drove down a couple of blocks, turned around, and STOPPED and parked on the street facing me, like he was waiting for me. Unfortunately, I was getting closer to my apartment, so the only thing I could think of doing was to quickly run into these trees (that USED to be in front of all these buildings, but they cut them down last year....rrrr!) and ran up the stairs on the other side of my building.
Yep. This would be why I drive everywhere and go to the gym for exercise instead of walking, or if I walk, it's with someone else. I've been hit on at the gym before, but no one has ever had the balls to watch me after or continue to bother me.
I pay what I pay and forego sunshine and natural terrain to walk/run on because of SKEEZEBALL MEN!
This morning, for some reason (oh, because it was finally nice when I had a morning with a couple of hours to spare) I decided to get some nice natural sun and go for a real walk, instead of my usual walking/jogging on a treadmill while watching a movie in the dark.
After all, it was fine and dandy a few Fridays ago when a coworker and I forewent the gym in favor of sunshine and beautiful warm temperatures and went for a several mile walk together.
I had a decent time, until I had turned around and started back. I got honked at and told "Shake that ass, baby!", although I guess I will just be thankful that that car did not turn around or come back at me or continue to harrass me.
Then, I was literally blocks from home. An older SUV (Bronco or something like that) not only honked, but slowed down and STOPPED. A guy rolled down the window and poked his head out with the "love" face.
I shook my head "no" at him, and he drove off, but very, very slowly.
Just to be safe, I slowed my pace and made sure he was well out of view before I turned onto my block and into my building.
Fucking skeezeballs.
I should have known better. Three years ago around this time, I was without a car for about a month, and I walked to the tanning salon or to the gas station nearly every morning (a mile and a half or so from home), and I was constantly honked at, but the one time that sticks in my head was this one time I was in the same area, just blocks from home, and a truck honked, slowed down, STOPPED, and I made it clear I wasn't interested, and the guy drove down a couple of blocks, turned around, and STOPPED and parked on the street facing me, like he was waiting for me. Unfortunately, I was getting closer to my apartment, so the only thing I could think of doing was to quickly run into these trees (that USED to be in front of all these buildings, but they cut them down last year....rrrr!) and ran up the stairs on the other side of my building.
Yep. This would be why I drive everywhere and go to the gym for exercise instead of walking, or if I walk, it's with someone else. I've been hit on at the gym before, but no one has ever had the balls to watch me after or continue to bother me.
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glare. His jaw dropped to the ground, he turned about a dozen shades of red, and his buddy stood there laughing at him and poking him. As soon as I was out of their sight, I busted out laughing.
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