Don't Stand So Close To Me

Business has taken the X-Man to Chicago this week. There's nothing better than a run along the Windy City's happenin' lakeshore path. Conversely, there's nothing worse than when that run gets rained out by brutal thunderstorms. So that's how the X-Man found himself at a downtown Chi-town gym called "Crunch" early this morning, pounding away on the treadmill at 8.4 MPH. You regular readers know I'm all about the femininas. Yes, X-Man loves the ladies. But let me ask a question of the "muscle guy" at Crunch: Why were you standing directly behind my treadmill and staring at my shorts between your sets? The friggin' gym was 5,000 square feet and completely empty except for us; there was plenty of room to loiter somewhere else. If your mission was to make the X-Man uncomfortable, then consider it a success. If you had another more devious purpose, I'm flattered, but X don't play that. Next time you best stand somewhere else or there will be consequences. Stand down, dude.