Wednesday, May 26, 2010


OK, I promised Ari that I would write about a guy at Chipotle giving me his phone #. It's not really anything exciting! I went to Chipotle last week to get dinner after a workout but before I had to go into work at 11pm. I was in the parking lot at my car and this guy in a car stops right behind me and starts asking me about tri. (I have a bunch of running and tri related stickers all over the back windshield of my car - obnoxious? maybe. awesome? definitely!). So this guy is talking and talking and talking and I'm standing there holding my burrito which is getting colder by the minute. And he's talking about how he trains alone and he hates it and blah blah blah and he's asking me when I train and who I train with. So I tell him I ride long with other IM friends and I do my shorts rides solo (this is the first year I have ever had consistent training partners on the bike). So he gave me his phone number so I could call him to ride together. Whatever, I took it. And then I got home and cyberstalked him. Get over it. I'm a girl. That's what the internet is for. Girls cyberstalk, boys watch porn. I looked up his race results for a race he told me he did. AGE GROUP 50-55!!! Yikes. I am a bad judge of age. I had no idea this guy was 50+. What's even creepier is that I am 26 but I look young. Like really young. Let me emphasize -- people think I am in high school. So I don't know if this guy really just wanted to ride with someone THAT BADLY or what. But it creeped me out so I threw his phone number away. I'm not an ageist.. but I am leery of strangers. Especially older dude strangers.

Guys almost never talk to me or ask me out or give me their phone numbers. This could have been cool if the guy was like 30. Not 50.

I don't know what it is with creepy guys and me. I went on a few dates with this one guy and thought he was normal (he was cute enough and he was a mountain biker) and then one night we were watching a movie at my apartment and I got up to go to the bathroom. When I came out he wasn't in my living room. Weird.. HE WAS IN MY BED! Under my covers! (Thank god his clothes were still on). You don't get in my bed without asking me! Then when I told him I wanted him to leave, he begged me to let him stay, and when I said no, HE CRIED!! Seriously I can't make stuff like this up.

Another guy that I did not know well at all (triathlete) wanted me to text him sexy photos. NO WAY! There is no way I would ever do this, I don't care if freaking Brad Pitt was asking.

Maybe I am a prude? Not really. Maybe these guys are weirdos? Yeah.


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