SWF Seeks Same?

After my hormone-filled, shitty-ass day yesterday, I took myself to the gym.

I should seriously work out 3 times a day. It’s better than Prozac!

90 minutes later, wearing a runner’s high, I weighed myself, and damn if I haven’t lost FIVE pounds since Christmas!

This no drinking thing has definitely paid off!

Of course, I could have probably crapped five pounds out since breakfast, but never you mind, it’s five pounds that, in my head, is making a HUGE difference in my appearance right now.

So wouldn’t you know it, I got on the 4 train to go home—my aura glowing like the sun due to all the exercise and newfound skinnyness—and a cute girl smiled at me.

Now I’m no licker, although I have expressed my curiosity now and again…but I’m pretty sure she was smiling at me in a very inappropriate sort of way. I looked up from my cheesy romance novel and her eyes locked on mine.

I can’t remember the last time I blushed that heavily, but I could feel the redness creeping over my face, and after quickly smiling back I looked away, afraid to sneak another peek.

I can handle it when men catcall me on the street, leer at me, make lewd remarks, I can even hold my own when someone rubs up against me on the subway. But throw a cute girl my way and I’m a total retard.