Theories on Stalking

I went to two exercise classes last night, which makes me very dedicated to health and fitness, I’d say.

It also means that I wore my legging contraptions for the first time. Good lord they look horrific. At the end of street dance, we had to do our routine in front of the mirror (we started a new routine last night, which required a lot of bottom wiggling and leg kicking). Honestly though – that’s not what people are supposed to look like in legging-contraptions – all lumpy and round. They’re supposed to look lithe and slim. Perhaps if I keep wearing them I will shame myself into doing more exercise.

I also had confirmation that I am not in fact being stalked, which is a relief, although apparently the reason for all the bumping into is due to similar and coincidental lack of social pastimes.

I refute this theory. Clearly it is wrong. I have a gazillion pastimes and am a very busy young lady. My theory on what’s really going on is that said friend does not have enough pastimes and is generally lurking about in town. Therefore on the odd day or two when I do not have any bookings and wander into town, said friend is lurking and therefore easy to bump into. Either that or I live in a very small city and the rest of my friends don’t get out much. I’ll leave it for you to decide.