So, I guess my cycle is home, work, home, work, gym, repeat. Today was one of the gym days and one of the women there gave me this look. So, imagine she was the most popular girl in high school and I walked up to her wearing a Star Trek uniform. It was a combination of horror, disgust, and anger. It was BEAUTIFUL. I haven’t seen that look in years. I think you grow out of the situations that would lead to the look. I’d see it when I tried to talk to women at MIT. I’d get the look from the rich girls when I was growing up.

I mean, this woman was probably 30 and I thought, “You want me to get your boyfriend to come over here and punch me in the face? Would that make you feel better?” Yeesh.

Oh, and since Carolyn asked the kind of conversations I have with women at the gym: today I talked to the OHSU postdoc about her boss and how we could scheme to keep him on his vacation, one with an instructor about how we didn’t like the car detailers we went to and what they forgot to do with our cars, and one about the guys at the gym. (The one about the guys at the gym included how the woman got some free tickets to a sporting event from a cute guy and how she wanted to repay his kindness.) Anyway, they’re real conversations about nothing in particular. Just the way I like it.