Lately I've been enjoying the sauna at my gym. After my workout, I will spend 10-20 minutes in the sauna...thinking, relaxing, excreting the toxins from my body. It's very nice, and I feel great afterwards.
Today in the sauna it was me and the naked lady. She was stark-naked...nadda...in the raw...except for her flip-flops. HUH? Here's what I don't get...the North and South were fully exposed, yet she felt the need for flip-flops. Why? Don't get it.
Here's another thing I don't get. Why do people think they can walk around the locker room au natural? If you have to change your clothes or take a shower, that's a different story. That's what locker rooms are for. But why prance around the locker room naked? USE A TOWEL! Even worse is the sauna.
Back to naked lady...so I walk in the sauna and just gasped. It's not like I haven't seen the upstairs and downstairs of a naked lady before. Afterall, I, myself, am a lady. Heck, I see naked ladies all the time in the locker room. The weird thing was that it was just she and I in the sauna. Yep, just me and the naked lady. It's a first for me...sitting next to a naked lady...so casually. It just kind of summons an awkward moment.
Do I look at her? If I don't, it will be obvious that I'm feeling weird. However, if I do acknowledge her, is she going to think I'm staring at her, checking her out? Is that what she wants? I guess I could have just left, but I wanted to relax! So, I sat huddled in a fetal position in the corner realizing that there would be no possible way to relax with a naked lady lying down right in front of me! I decided to just close my eyes and go to that "special place."
I know you are wondering 2 things.
1) Did I look at her? Of course I did. Curiosity always kills the cat.
2) Was she a hot girl? No. She should never have been naked.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Tate's Worst Nightmare
Yep. That's her...Tate's worst nightmare. You may recognize Yzma from The Emperor's New Groove. It just cracks me up that Tate is so scared of her. How can he be scared of this cartoon purple, skinny lady? He's even turned to a Higher Power in his prayers and asked for help to not dream of Yzma. He doesn't blink an eye at Darth Vader, Darth Maul, or the dude on Indiana Jones who rips a man's heart out. I don't get it. Yzma???
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