All right, I'm tired of typing this to everyone...and I don't feel like blogging it. So, you get to hear my story. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. I'm leaving out some parts of the story until the end...to build suspense.
As you may or may not know, I am pretty much a loser when it comes to the whole female relations thing. I've been on one "date" in my entire life, and it was pretty much a sympathy date from this girl I liked in college. I've never gotten "out of the batters' box" so to speak.
So anyway, there's this girl at the YMCA I go to. She's very tall like me...I'm 6' 2 1/2, 150 pounds of pure Grade A Mercer Beef, baby!
She's pretty, and she always seems to be there at the same time as me. I hit the treadmill while she rides the exercise bike. Well anyway, the last few times I went there, she would wave, smile, and say "hi" to me. I have very little sense when it comes to these matters, but I assumed that meant that she was at least interested in me. One day she even did what I called a "girly girl" wave...you know, bent knee, big smile, huge wave..."notice me" type of thing.
So, I finally get up the nerve to go say something to this girl. I went several nights last week, and she was never there. Well tonight it was overcast, so I figured I'd go down there again and avoid possible rain. I did my normal treadmill thing; I run 5K at a moderate/fast pace because I want to try to build up my cardiovascular ability. My friend can run 4 miles in 30 minutes, but I'm not that fast. Anyway, tonight I pulled 3.1 miles in 25:58. I've never gone faster than 26:20 before, so I felt pretty good about myself. I wasn't even breathing that hard afterwards either!
So, I got off the treadmill to go to the paper towels, and of course...this girl is on the bike. She smiled and said "hi" again (although I still wasn't sure if she was doing it just because I was looking at her), so I said "hello" back and got my paper towels to wipe off all the sweat that I just threw all over the treadmill. Since I was feeling pretty good about what I had just done with the running, I said, "Yeah, I'm going to talk to her." So, I did some stretching, tried to cool down and not look all sweaty, and marched up to the bike she was riding.
I made some comment about how we were always there at the same time, told her my name, and then she told me hers. I told her about my running exploits for the day and mentioned my friend...figured I'd try to impress her off the bat.
Then came the all important question (which I left out from before). I asked, "So, do you go to school around here?"
She said, "Yeah, I go to Neshannock."
Neshannock is the local high school that is about 2000 feet from the YMCA.
So of course, I said something to the effect of, "Ah...well yeah, I've been out of college for five years now. I work in a lab." She said, "Oh, yeah, I haven't even thought about what college to go to yet."
(This tells me that there's not even a remote chance that this girl is 18...high school seniors would have already made their college choices by this time.
So, I told her that college is fun, there are some nice ones in the area, said "nice to meet you," and high-tailed it out of there.
So there you have it...the first girl that shows interest in me for about 7 years, and she's probably 16 years old. I am 26 years old - 27 in two months. That's just not going to work. Just another thing to chalk up to the Mercer Factor.