Well, here's an update on my ab-flex guy. I met him on the track again, and guess what? He approached me, grinning. I took off my earphones again, expectantly.
"Hey, let me tell you something!" he beamed.
"About the ab-flex?" I asked, in case he didn't remember me.
"Ab-Lounger," he corrected me.
"Ah. OK," I said.
"It really is amazing!" he gushed.
"I know! You told me!" I smiled, trying to forestall the belly-show again.
He cocked his head. "You know where to get one?"
"TV!" See, I listen! I'm a good girl!
He smiled smugly. "No! They have them at Target and Wal-Mart now." This time I waited expectantly.
"You should get one!" he said. Up came the shirt. Poke-poke-poke in the would-be six-pack. "See!"
My friend Julie had recommended that, if I saw the guy again, to ASK him whether or not he sees me as a peer. That's not my style at all. I had already vowed I would answer "I need a butt-and-thigh flex, not an ab flex" if the situation presented itself.
But as it turned out, I didn't need to say anything. He's happy, I'm happy. What difference does it make?
And maybe I *should* get an ab lounger, eh?
