Currently listening to:
Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This One Before – The Smiths
At work, my first impression (from what I’m told by colleagues and leadership) is that I know what the fuck I’m doing. Hardworking, excels, succinct, clear communicator, wealth of knowledge, empathetic, easy to work with, and able to grasp concepts quickly.
But outside of work is another story…
I headed to the gym and when I got there, I went to the bathroom to change. This dude on the treadmill was staring at me going to the restroom and when I came out. He was not being slick whatsoever. Dude was simply transfixed.
I have this cara de fuchi (fuchi face – a look of disdain or displeasure, similar to RBF) about 80% of the time. Anyway, the rando was checking me out and he nearly broke his neck trying to see what machine I was going to use. I’m wondering if I have toilet paper stuck to my pants or shoes at this point.
Sometimes, I can get flirty but it’s not executed very well. So tell me why I decided to use the treadmill next to him on the left? As soon as I got on the machine, I cranked up my ear buds and increased the speed. I felt his eyes staring at me. I ignored him. I wondered if he could see my big ass pores on my face? Or maybe I had a booger hanging out of my nose? I think he was trying to talk to me but my music was on so loud, I couldn’t really hear. At this point, I was really vibing with playlist and lip syncing to the music. I’m sure I looked like a spectacle…God, I’m so awkward AF. What is wrong with me?
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