I was watching one of the women at the gym set up the treadmill with her weight and age and while I wasn’t that curious about her weight, I did wonder how old she was. 22! I wasn’t about to ask her out, but if you look at the math:

According to my friend Melanie, the manager at Mio Gelato, the youngest age you should go out with is (your age)/2 + 7. So, that means (40/2)+7 = 27 is the youngest age for me. And for the woman at the gym (who looked much better before she dyed her hair reddish, in my opinion) the oldest person she should go out with is (22-7)*2 = 30. So, there’s my geek analysis that has nothing to do with anything right now.

Anyway, so the cute woman at the gym (the one I keep making up stories about in my head, but only when I’m really bored on the elliptical trainer because I’m not a stalker, thank you very much) is probably around 25. (25-7)*2 = 36. Missed it by this much.

I also thought I was getting popular today, what with all the people leaving comments on my blog. Turns out that there’s a comment spammer that started targeting WordPress blogs today. So, my imagined popularity is also not in tune with reality.

Plus, I had a dream last night that I kissed one of my friends (a woman, don’t get your story wrong). But I only kissed her once before I asked, “What about <her old boyfriend, a friend of mine>?” and then I woke up. They haven’t been going out for 6 years, I think. So even in my dreams, I’m a loser.