Valentine's Day

I asked several women to be my Valentine, and I think only Grandma said yes. And that's only because she thought I asked, "Is Grandpa napping on the couch?"

So Valentine's Day is the best/worst day to go to the gym during rush hour. (Rush hour at the gym is that time in the early evening just after work hours when the place is packed and you are required to park at the grocery store down the street. Some people hate it. I love it.) So Mike and I were at the gym yesterday during rush hour and there were at least 5 available treadmills. Usually there is a three person wait for a treadmill during rush hour. But then we started looking around and realized that the usual eye candies were absent. No good looking women anywhere. It was like fat and ugly day at Gold's. I suffered and forced myself to read the captions on Teen Jeopardy while trying to run 9.5 mph. I finished the four miles in 26 minutes. Still the fastest in Cheviot, no matter what shoes Tony thinks I'm wearing.

More ruminations on Valentine's Day...
Guys with a g/f may complain about having to buy another present. But guys with no g/f are either buying lots of presents (to keep them all their ladies happy) or are alone with the roommate for Fat & Ugly Day at Gold's Gym. Myself, I bought a huge bag of red suckers on sale today at CVS. That's a Gaybe DiClerico move if I ever saw one.