No Contest.

I love going to court. I imagine after a few more speeding tickets or when they find out what happened at the Mexican border that one time, that will change. The courthouse in Denver is one of my favorite places. It has grand halls and marble as far as the eye can see and I love how the echos carry even the most softest voices from one end to the other. And as long as I only have to go there for a speeding ticket or an assignment, it will stay that way.

There's something else that happens when I go to the courthouse and I can never figure it out. I get asked out by lawyers. Every single time. And I don't dress to the nines or even put on make-up. The first time it happened I was sitting in at the small claims court for a school assignment and on that particular day I looked like the quintesential college student: hair up in a ponytail, frayed slacks (I just can't bring myself to wear jeans in a courthouse), and some tshirt that came out of the <$5 bin at American Eagle or Old Navy. I sat down and the attorney immediately turned around and asked me why I was there. After I told him, I was promptly asked to lunch.

And it happened again today! Not to mention the guy in front of me in line who was there when I spoke with the judge and asked if I needed a ride and I politely declined. Once outside, I saw the brand new Lexus and was tempted to reconsider (it's literally 0 degrees. You dont' even want to know what the wind chill is), but I wasn't stranded on the interstate so I used my better judgment. I told him that I had lost 10 pounds by walking everywhere (which is total crap, but I haven't gained 10 pounds so whatever...)

This is one of those unexplainable phenomenons and I'm curious if this happens to anyone else. When I couldn't possibly be showing any less skin, my hair is a mess, and my slacks are too short revealing my mismatched socks, I get hit on. Not only that, but it's always the professionals and not the random drunk laying in a doorway. Don't get me wrong, it's completely flattering and I can handle being asked out by complete strangers much more gracefully than when I first lost weight and stuttered my way through "no thank you" while wishing I had reconsidered only because I felt bad (even though trying to explain it to Ross would make me feel even worse... "But honey, he just looked so sad". Yeah, I'm sure he would understand...). My only thought is that perhaps a dressed down girl is way less intimidating than one wearing a power suit who isn't afraid to tear your throat out? This is a misconception because a woman who isn't afraid to get wrinkled is way more dangerous.

Thoughts?

So I finally ventured into the campus fitness center. I hope I don't catch some flesh-eating bacteria. But with the way this winter is going, it's going to have to do. I've been turning my attention away from being "thin". I want to look athletic and strong. Scratch that. I want to be athletic and strong. I have no strength whatsoever and I want to change that. I mean, I have muscles and I can see them (and so can others when I have a tan), but I have no idea what to do with them. It's also easier to do at home (yoga, weights, pilates) and it's something new to me as I've never really focused on that before. So let's give it a go.