My Story 37
By Corbin
How life tests the endurance, patience, and sometimes faith of one young woman.

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Because I am blonde it allows me the excuse of being totally 'out of it', so 
when things blind side me I can say I was 'Blonde Sided' :) you like that 
saying? I should have it registered, or patented or something.

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I was a ragging bitch at the gym yesterday. I have become fed up with people 
that 'hang out' and 'sit around' on equipment while socializing. The worse 
offenders are the ones that prop themselves up on some equipment with no 
intention of exercising, they are just sitting and waiting for their boyfriend 
or girlfriend to finish their workout on some adjacent piece of equipment.

So I stretch while waiting for this scrawny, blonde, idiot girl to unmount 
herself from the sit-up bench (I don't know the fucking techno name, so I call 
it the sit-up bench cause that is what it's for). She is just sitting on it, 
not doing sit-ups, not doing anything, for like ten damn minutes! So I am on the 
ground nearby stretching out, facing the wall so guys don't stare at my crotch 
while I spread my legs out. I'm wearing knee length shorts, but guys pretend 
they have x-ray vision and stare anyway, or try and get a shot of cleavage or 
something. Anyway, back to the reason why I am beginning to implode, this dumb-
shit is sitting like a statue on this equipment. Well, my imploding has nowhere 
else to go, so I must vent and stand up and turn towards this stick figure with 
big fake boobs, all dressed up in her tight pink sweat-pants and pink T-shirt 
and I say:

"Would you mind removing yourself so I can use it to workout."

"You can ask nicely." She slowly stands up in a huff. She's about my height, 
but there's no doubt I can wad her up like a paper cup and stuff her into the 
waste basket. Although I've never seen her around the gym so she probably 
doesn't know me or about me (Listen to me will you, I sound so important).

"If you want to lounge around you can park your ass up front where the waiting 
area is." I snap back.

"Whatever! God you're a bitch!" She huffs and walks off.

Now I am happy, smiling as I begin doing my sit-ups. Some people carry anger and 
frustration with them all day long, I usually let stuff go and tune it out, or 
channel it into my workout. I assume she ran off and blabbed to her boyfriend, 
cause now she is following some guy around and he's shooting me these hard, 
tough, chest-thumping looks. I offer up a few smirks in his direction, something 
I do to bait someone and find out if they are all bark, so what did tough guy 
do? I'll tell you what he did, nothing! Little punk, he was all bark...oh well, 
I was in the mood to vent some more too. I was hoping tough-boy was going to say 
something to me. Actually he was probably thinking about asking me out on a date 
:) god I can have such a swelled head sometimes. 

Next time, I'll have to tell you kind readers about the click of girl's at my 
gym that have formed the official anti-Corbin league. As if I don't have enough 
shit to put up with! (Actually I don't, my life is pretty easy going, but that 
sounded good as I was typing.)