I had a bunch of chores to do around the house today, so naturally I decided to go for a nice, long bike ride. I thought it might give me a little motivation and some much-needed momentum. Plus, it was one of those sunshine-on-my-face, wind-in-my-hair, bugs-in-my-teeth kind of days so I couldn’t resist.
As I was pedaling around the neighborhood, I kept crossing paths with a guy that was out for a jog…. a fairly-easy-on-the-eyes-kinda-guy running around without a shirt on. I’m assuming the reason he was shirtless was because the weather was warm and not because he wanted to show off his nicely sculpted pectorals muscles. Not that I was looking – I’ve already got a man… and I don’t need another one -but it was kinda hard not to notice since I kept bumping into him.
As I rounded yet another corner, there was he was again…SRM (Shirtless Running Man). He was just a few blocks up the street and heading my way.
I decided to change my route and go down a side street and then down another alley way and up another street just so this guy wouldn’t think that I was stalking him or something.
Well, about three minutes later, there he was again!!! And do you know what he shouted out to me from the other side of the street?
“I promise you, I am NOT stalking you!”
Bahahahaha! He thought that I would think that HE was stalking ME! How cute is that?
Then as I rode past him, he turned back over his shoulder and shouted,
“Not that you’re not stalk-able!”
…and then kept running.
Well bless his heart!
Was that a compliment? It is now. At this stage in life I’ll take anything that remotely resembles anything like a compliment. Probably the weirdest compliment I have ever received. How sweet of an after-thought to blurt out at someone.
I wonder what he was thinking….Perhaps he was thinking: “Oh, I hope I didn’t hurt her feelings by telling her that I wasn’t stalking her….I better let her know that if I WAS a stalker, I would definitely consider her the stalk-able type.”
Maybe he grew up in a house-full of sisters and learned that sometimes when you say something to a girl, you need to make sure she doesn’t take it the wrong way and have her self-esteem crushed.
“What does he mean he’s not stalking me? Am I not stalk-able enough?”
It’s nice to know that I’ve still “got it” apparently (did I ever really have it to begin with?) and that I could still be in my “stalking prime.” And no, it doesn’t take much effort to be put in that category, I guess. Just wear your comfiest, stretchiest, almost translucent, cellulite-revealing yoga pants…you know, the ones that you slept-in that have tiny little toddler sized cheetos fingerprints on them…and slick your greasy hair back into a ponytail and throw on an old, oversized t-shirt. Heck, you can even skip the morning shower, and then you too might be considered Not Necessarily Not-Stalkable Per Se.
I’m not getting many chores done sitting here writing this story am I? So much for momentum, huh?