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!
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.
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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.


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