Today, while playing tennis in the Marina, I had the pleasure of eavesdropping on a conversation between two, obviously “local” guys who were playing next to me. I found their conversation to be refreshing real, considering how blah every other white guy in a baseball cap usually sounds in da ‘hood. They were actually making fun of the neighborhood and talking shit about their mutual friends.
At one point, one of them told the other that yesterday he saw a typical marina girl at the downtown 24 hour fitness do perfect weight curls for nearly 30 minutes, while maintaining a perfect posture. He sounded impressed, while the other guy just laughed in response. I couldn’t tell if the admiration for that girl’s ability was real or sarcastic.
My curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn’t resist the temptation to asked him whether he was really admiring that girl’s abilities or he was making fun of her, and I was just not getting it. He answered: “Dude, that’s not exactly a turn-on. I would work out with her, but I wouldn’t wanna touch her. It’s like touching a dude.”
This was very encouraging for me to hear and reassured me once again that some others see what I see, and I am not totally losing my mind.