(this is a continuation…)

Woman: well, now that we’ve met I don’t think this, but I can tell you that I, and probably every other woman in that gym sees you and thinks “well, he looks great but he’s obviously such a conceited asshole I’d never want to meet him”.

At this point the bar was closing and we all got up to leave, but her friend made me promise to talk to her next time I saw her in the gym, which was kind of funny because I would have wanted to meet her anyway, and the last thing stopping me would have been the idea that I was somehow above her. Alas, I never did see her again. But the point is, I was coming off as a “conceited asshole” because I wasn’t stopping and talking to women I didn’t know during their workouts. Not sneering or cutting in line at the water fountain, mind you, just not talking to them.

Maybe it’s not such a mystery that men are confused all the time.

I haven’t told this story in a while, but since it’s so directly on topic…A few years back I met some friends at a sports bar. One of my friends went to a table where he saw two women sitting and joined their conversation. Within minutes, he waved me over to keep the conversation going, so I went over and sat with them. After a minute or two, the women and I had the following conversation:

Woman(to me):actually, I know you.

Me: oh yeah, from where?

W: we work out at the same gym.

M: the one in Shoreline?

W: yeah.

W(turning to her friend now): And he walks around with his weight belt on and thinks he’s too cool to talk to anyone…

M: (smiling but a little confused): what are you talking about?

W: you don’t talk to any of the women in the gym.

M: wait a minute-all I hear is women complaining that they can’t go to the gym and get in their workout without being hit on.

W: well, you don’t have to hit on them but you can say “hello”.

W(turning to friend):don’t you love it when they grovel?

Also, I hope you don’t let the sudden, completely uncalled for influx of negativity stop you from blogging. There are still a ton of us out there who think you’re fabulous.

Are you done yet? The freedom of speech you love to tout is a guarantee from the government, not from me. And even then, it applies only to what are known as public forums, which this not.

At the bottom of this page, you will find Terms of Service. They apply whether you like them, agree to them or not. I still have the power to delete. Test it.

You want to criticize bloggers and call them to Jesus? Get your own blog to do it and stop popping in here just to leech off someone else’s audience.