Chivalry Ain't Dead..But It Kind Of Is

Even though I am technically an extroverted introvert (meaning I can be around people and I am outspoken, but they really drain my batteries) and I prefer to spend my time with my dog, books, by my lonesome...you get the idea, life never stops giving me crap to make fun of and I LOVE IT! Don't stop life!
I can't take compliments. Pretty much it goes something like this...
"I like your hair that way, looks really nice!"
"Oh, you mean this "new do" of I-went-to gym-and-didn't-feel-like-washing-my-hair-so-I-added-more-hair-spray-to-it?!"
How about a simple "Thank You" and shut my mouth, end of story, nope not me.
Then again perhaps the following excerpt from my life may shed some light on why I will most likely never learn to accept a compliment. 
So the other night I am working at the bar and two semi-drunk guys come in. Of course they'd like to socialize as there's no one else there (almost closing time) and I can't leave...awesome. So they ask me what I do for fun...hmmm grocery shop and go to gym (why can't I just lie and say get wasted with my friends in turn avoiding being asked more dumb questions...not I. I mean really who gives a shit what I like to do, drunkasses...and honestly regardless of what I say the conversation will continue, cause they are humans and annoying ones at this point.)
So one of them goes "Yeah, you look like you go to the gym. You got some big thighs."
No, not big eyes...big thighs.
Too bad his IQ wasn't big. Granted my thighs are big enough to crush a baby elephant, they always have been, heavy squats at the gym made them even bigger, but what woman wants to hear the word big when being referred to. It's like men and the word small. Think about it.
Charmer. And thank you for pointing the obvious, idiot. No I didn't get his number...I am sure it was a single digit one ;).

Gym Love

By now I think I made it pretty clear that I am a gym rat. No, I am not one of those shredded women that competes in IFBB...I got chocolate issues ;), but I see gym as therapy.
Especially lately, I can spend hours there...yes, I am one of "those people". I gotta say I think I earned respect from my fellow gym goers, I am one of the very few women at the weight room and I am not gonna lie, I can hold my own. (Perhaps I can hold my own a little too much...)
Let me tell you, I do not get approached by anyone really, I am there to work, so I get my "business face" on. However, seems like little old men are not intimidated. There's one in particular that likes to chat (most of them just like to get out of the house and socialize) with me. About what? Well, anything and everything, his blood pressure, his wife, retirement and so on.
Well, today after our little conversation, he decided to give me a hug. I don't love hugs, I especially love hugs from strangers even less, and hugs from little old men that smell like that Cuban cigar cologne are probably top of the list of hugs I don't like (Besides the pervy, cop a feel kind of hugs. This wasn't that kind of hug, thank God.) Still, I smelled like his cologne for the rest of my workout and even after the shower...half a day later, I can still smell it. Wonderful.
However, this is still progress, at least it was a man making conversation with me...70yr old man, man nonetheless. (Last week I was hit on by the girl working out next to me...I do wish I swung that way, seems like I have a very "gay aura".)