You ever get that feeling that everybody is staring at you when you walk down the street. Now clearly it could be because I am extremely handsome. That is one possibility. However, I of course am checking my to see if my fly is down, which it's not since I'm wearing warm-ups, making sure I haven't peed myself, which I haven't, wiping my face to make sure there isn't food on my face, which there's not, making sure I don't have snot dripping from my nose, which I don't, and running myhand through my hair to make sure it looks okay, which it does. Hmm. I have deduced that either I am just plain funny-looking, or the ladies (and men, apparently) think I am gorgeous.
Furthermore, after further contemplation I willgo with the latter statement that I am gorgeous. I say this because whils in the gym the two days ago, and yes I know my stories often surround the gym for some reason, anyways, whilst in the gym stretching, there was the superbly attractive girl doing some floor excersizes and we definately made eye contact. Not just once, however, in case you are thinking she was only taking notice of my overly sweaty nature, but a number of times. One might even say we connected eyes numerous times, also known as a large amount of times. Sadly I had to leave as she was still on the treadmill by that point. My possible advances foiled by the treadmill.
Based on this logical prrof, I believe wholeheartedly that New York City is staring at me today because of my outrageous handsomeness and sexiness. Let's just hope the rest of my day goes as well as this morning.
