I was running at the track the Friday after Thanksgiving when I heard a runner come up behind me. I thought it was just a guy who would pass me, but he didn't he pulled right up beside me and proceeded to make small talk. He asked me how my Thanksgiving was and we chatted for a bit, when he said:
"you are really attractive and in great shape and I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me."
I almost died. It's been awhile.
I told him thanks, that is flattering, but I'm married. He was a little embarrassed, but to my surprise spent the next half mile running by my side and complimenting me on my level of fitness and running skill. I was dying. I didn't know what to do, so I just kept running, running, running......
I guess meeting chicks at the track is preferable to a bar, huh?
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