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As I plodded away on an elliptical machine at the gym the other day, I sensed there was a woman a few machines over moving faster and smoother.
Okay, who doesn't?
Anyway, I got a look at her later, and tried to guess whether we were of similar age. Then I tried to figure out whether she was gay. Maybe if I hadn't been occupied with such absorbing questions, I'd have noticed sooner that she was walking straight into the men's locker room, and shouted a warning.
I didn't want to add to her embarrassment, so I made a point of not looking at her when she reemerged. I don't know if her face was beet red. If it was, I'll never get answers to my questions, because that woman will be joining a gym in a different county.