This is working out

I went to the gym before work this morning. On my way out, I passed a very pretty college girl with ice-blue eyes. She held eye contact for just a little too long, if you know what I mean. I said good morning, and she giggled and said good morning back.

Afterward, I checked that my fly wasn't down. Nope. Ok. Looked in the mirror. Nothing freaky stuck in my hair. Ok.

Maybe she was just wondering who let grandpa into the gym, but it made me feel good.