"I should have known better to trust a man who wears ..."
"Should have known better than to trust a man, period," I interjected.
I was on the treadmill, waiting for my Friday night date to text me back on where we were going for dinner and was listening to my other friend tell me the saga of her recently failed relationship.
"I don't know," she sighed. "I should just give up." She hit the stop button on the treadmill.
"Turn that back on! You were on it for 20 seconds," I reached over and turned her machine back on.
"I'm tired!" She moaned, and reluctantly picked up her pace.
My phone beeped. "Anywhere." I rolled my eyes. I was just surrounded by people with strong decision-making skills.
I turned up the speed and ran for dear life.
"Oh fuck. It's him again!" I opened my eyes and peeked over as her voice overlapped my workout music.
"What, who?" I looked around the gym wondering what her problem was.
"HIM!" She gestured at the window in front of us.
There was a dude smoking in front our window, the sunlight glinting off his sunglasses.
"He's checking me out again! Remember I told you there was this dude who's stalking me whenever I'm at the gym?"
I looked at the dude. I looked at her.
"He's checking out his own reflection. Not you."
She opened her mouth. Closed it. Shook her head. Sighed.
Turned up the speed and ran for dear life.
