First, an eye-opener for all you men out there: we women talk a ton of trash. About our significant others (both temporary and permanent). About others. And honestly, I can't tell you who's worse, men or women.
I'm in the changing room of my gym, getting dressed to go home, and I overhear a conversation in the next row of benches. It's two women, both lesbians, talking about their conquests from the previous night, and the hopes for the weekend. On and on for quite a few minutes about these women they slept with the night before, every bit as detailed as a *or* film. Now, personally, I could give a rat's ass which gender you fancy...really. But I've never been one to like conversations of how the latest notch was put in the proverbial bedpost, no matter the gender of the story-teller or of the participant(s). It was just how I was raised...your private life is just that: private.
So, I'm getting dressed, and there's another woman in my row doing the same. I don't know her from Eve. We both overhear the 'nightly activities' of the ladies next door, and look at each other. So this other woman whispered to me, "What is your name?" I told her, and then she uttered the following retort:
"Ya know, Sarah, my husband was so damned horny last night...gawd, we went on and on and on and on. It's amazing, cuz, you know, he's lost all this weight and is in fighting form again. We're humping like rabbits!"
Before I could continue the charade, the lesbians leave the locker room, glaring at us like we just seriously popped their balloon.
The entire area started busting up in laughter. Ann did well!!!
(not to copy Caldrail, but...)
Amazing compliment of the day:
As I leave the gym, I hold the door open for the guy behind me. He's probably late 50s or early 60s, and perhaps looked a little grouchy. When I hold the door open, he genuinely says, "Thanks!" "No problem," I reply, as usual. We get outside, the fog has lifted, and the aquamarine sky was glowing...a drastic difference than what it was like 1 1/2 hours beforehand. I couldn't help myself but to comment.
"Wow, the fog's gone! How gorgeous!"
The guy looks at me. "What a breath of fresh air you are! Everyone's moping around, and you're commenting on a beautiful day! Outstanding!"
Very cool guy...and it's Friday. Ya damned right that I'm going to enjoy the day.