Stare Master

Last night. Life Time. I was feeling good, listening to Girl Talk, running a mean 7.5 and staring at the tv because it's more interesting than a. my feet or b. the second by second count of the treadmill. Every once in awhile my eyes would wander slightly below the tv since I really wasn't watching, just thinking about running and Girl Talk and running to Girl Talk. I realized a little too late that I was staring right at some man in a red shirt. Like full on eye contact, just staring at each other. Not in like a romantic, our eyes caught across the gym way, but like an intensely awkward why are we looking at each other, please stop! sort of way. Mutual I think. Fine..if it happened once. But it happened upwards of 12 times throughout a 60 minute time period. He wasn't cute. I didn't know him. He was just wearing a red shirt and my brain had clearly checked out allowing my eyes to glaze over and make it look like I was either trying summon him over to the open treadmill next to me or..something else. I think it was the red shirt.

Fast forward to me at the biceps machine. A man was waiting patiently for me to be done, but I didn't realize it until I had sat and stared at the feet of the man in front of me wearing the Dingbat and Geezer shirt for roughly 2 minutes. I heard a throat clear and snapped back to reality.

I moved over for a little triceps work and quickly moved as it is unfortunately, but probably strategically placed across from those hip abductor machines where you spread your legs apart more than necessary and then press them back together. There was an older lady mounting it so I figured I'd save up both some embarrassment and call it a night.

Today, I stared at a scar on a girl's face for almost the entirety of an hour long meeting. You stare so long that you are lost floating somewhere inbetween reality and...somewhere non-reality. Your eyes start to water and you kind of think your eyes might be crossing, but you can't do anything about it because you're not sure if it's physically possible to even blink. ...Ok, I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Also, I just stared at my name..and now I'm not sure if it's a legitimate name.

Can't stop won't stop.