I was asked out today by some random dude while trying to get out of Grand Central Station since all local service on the six line was stopped due to an "investigation". I saw him staring at me while on the subway and when we exited the car, he muttered something to me about this same delay happening to him the day before. I politely smiled and laughed at his transportation challenges and went on my way, but he caught up with me and said "Can I take you out for dinner some time?" I relied on my old excuse of "Sorry, I have a boyfriend " (complete lie) and then scurried along. I have to admit, it's a pretty ballsy move to ask out a stranger in the subway and maybe if I had been even remotely attracted to the guy (he looked okay, but not my type), maybe I would've said yes. But then again no, since my cynical brain figures he's either playing the numbers game or just too insane to realize what an awkward situation it is putting a stranger on the spot! Then there's the whole safety issue and it's a lock - hells no!
Even more baffling, I was wearing my disgusting gym clothes having taken back to back Cardio Kick and Total Body Conditioning classes earlier. I was wearing black running shorts, flip-flops, a messy ponytail and had soaked through my t-shirt leaving a delightful bib of sweat which was just starting to dry. In addition, any trace of makeup had either worn off during the work day or was sweated off during my workout leaving me barefaced with the sad bald-spot on my eyebrow that refuses to grow back exposed! I was a hot mess! But often times, this is when I get noticed the most - minding my business in my gym clothes.
Next time I go out for drinks, forget the skinny jeans and heels (and likely a plaid shirt). I'm wearing running shorts and an old t-shirt!
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