Cruisin'...

I had another workout today with the sadist Personal Trainer Greg (he really is a lovely guy, but he just makes me hurt) and so, as I was walking straight home afterwards, I didn't bother having a shower. So I was looking rather less than ideal - sweaty, smelly, and no doubt haggard after the torture that was my workout.

I was standing on the corner in the city, on my way towards the Rocks, waiting for the lights to change. A guy crosses the road towards me and looks at me, and keeps looking as he walks past! Not a bad sort, dressed casually with a small backpack - he looks like a tourist (and we all know that tourists are becoming my speciality!) - maybe late 30's, nicely built, good looking. He walks about 20 feet down the street and turns around and looks at me again. Crosses the street and turns around and looks back! At this stage, I'm getting the impression that I'm getting cruised!!! He walks to the corner and turns around and gives me one last look before disappearing.

I've never been cruised in the city streets before and I must admit, I was rather chuffed! And I think I owe it all to Greg. I'm actually starting to see results and friends are noticing. And obviously this tourist as well! It does help that I had just come from the gym, as I was rather pumped up and so at my best bodywise (despite the sweaty, smelly, haggard thing).

I must confess, I was tempted...