Today, one of my better thirds and I decided to go for a jog around my neighborhood.
Everything was fine until we got to Woodley, south of Knollwood Drive. The quality of the neighborhood wasn't bad or anything, but my god.
Lola and I continued to jog at our normal speed, but several onlookers driving in their toyota corollas and chevy el caminos slowed down. We also recieved a few unappealing stares from gardeners. There is really only one explanation for this: Despite the abnormally large size of Lola's chest, I regret to say that they were most likely not looking at her. This isn't to say that I am anything more spectacular than anything else, just that the maturity and perversion levels of most older men today are 100% disgusting. I can't count how many inappropriate and attempting-to-be seductive smiles Lola and I got. An old man with long, wavy black hair stopped at a stop sign, staring at his rear view mirrors and didn't proceed until Lola and I were just out of visibility. gross.
From now on, I'm doing my exercising at the gym.