ALL THOSE STYLE MAGAZINES ARE A LOAD OF CRAP
Franklin County's Relay for Life was last night. I walked 25 laps (rendering myself lame this morning, by the way) in honor of my father, a cancer survivor.
It was hot in Frankfort last night ... REALLY hot. Not humid, just hot. I am not a delicate flower when it comes to physical activity. I sweat ... like a pig. When I sweat, my make up, if I am wearing any at all, begins to melt down my face. I get sweat in places it probably shouldn't be, and, of course, the perfume I was wearing, somehow leaves my body and perhaps jumps onto another person passing by.
So, there I was, a sweaty, runny, putrid mess, and two of my co-workers (who have been telling me for a good month or about this), introduces me to a single friend of their's. A single friend of the male persuasion.
As we are standing there talking, I'm thinking to myself, "Oh yeah, this will take all of 5 minutes. I'm repelling bugs over here, for heaven's sake!"
And here is where it gets really weird ... he asked for my number!
I'm thinking he's either:
a.) He's visually impaired
b.) He's got some sort of olfactory disorder
c.) He's both visually impaired AND dealing with some sort of olfactory disorder.
How else do you explain this?
It's either that or there is something to this whole pheromone research going on right now ...
It was hot in Frankfort last night ... REALLY hot. Not humid, just hot. I am not a delicate flower when it comes to physical activity. I sweat ... like a pig. When I sweat, my make up, if I am wearing any at all, begins to melt down my face. I get sweat in places it probably shouldn't be, and, of course, the perfume I was wearing, somehow leaves my body and perhaps jumps onto another person passing by.
So, there I was, a sweaty, runny, putrid mess, and two of my co-workers (who have been telling me for a good month or about this), introduces me to a single friend of their's. A single friend of the male persuasion.
As we are standing there talking, I'm thinking to myself, "Oh yeah, this will take all of 5 minutes. I'm repelling bugs over here, for heaven's sake!"
And here is where it gets really weird ... he asked for my number!
I'm thinking he's either:
a.) He's visually impaired
b.) He's got some sort of olfactory disorder
c.) He's both visually impaired AND dealing with some sort of olfactory disorder.
How else do you explain this?
It's either that or there is something to this whole pheromone research going on right now ...
Comments
The ball's in his court, so to speak ....