You know those guys you see in magazine ads for losing weight or gaining muscle? Sometimes, it's so obvious that the guy's head is photoshopped onto a "hard" body. They want the consumer to believe that the results they're looking at are actually possible. While riding the N train on Saturday night up to 57th street, I saw a man who climbed right out of one of those ads. He was definitely in his late 40's, wearing a black guinea T and completely ripped. It honestly looked somewhat surreal to me because it seems that a guy whose face looks that old should not be sporting the body of a hot 28-year-old. Unless you're of course, Chuck Norris.
After I got out of the train, I made my way out of the subway station. Before I even got to the stairs that would take me to the street, I could hear the sounds of raindrops. Immediately, I internally scolded myself for not taking the umbrella I contemplated over before leaving my apartment. I then called my date and told him the unfortunate situation I was in and he generously offered to pick me up at the subway with an umbrella. Nice fella. Just as I stood there wondering whether or not I was being a diva, hoards of people started to come out from the train and, much to my joy, were also contemplating any other option they might have that wouldn't include going out in the rain. I guess this is more of an observation than anything else, but really - what's the big deal? Why are so many people afraid of the rain? I get it, your clothes may get a little wet, but I'm sure they'll dry off, no? Though hypocritical, I really just think people need to get over it. Unless of course, you're the Wicked Witch of the West.
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