Sod's Law is an evil thing
I cycle, lots. And fair distances (50-100 miles a week). Cycling that far leads to kit:Cycling shorts, helmet, gloves, neon stripes, clippy/cloppy shoes etc. None of which is attractive, sadly (show me a woman who looks hot in cycling shorts and I’ll show you someone I hate).
It’s really cold at the moment too, so there are additional comedy accessories - the warm headband. The woolly socks. Yes, yes, I know. You’re getting a really good picture as to why I’m single. But seriously, sporting attire is just that. Sporting. It need never mix with dating. I don’t cycle on dates after all and friends are used to the normal-to-nerd transformation at the end of the night.
But Sod’s Law just HAD to kick in, didn’t it? So tonight, on the way home, I cycled past Pointless. Yep, the very hot man I dated a year ago. Now it’s not that I want him back (he was too hot and too not bothered by me and anyway I have met the lovely Tall Tom) but I would like him to think I am attractive.
Now he’s just thanking his lucky stars for a narrow escape, no doubt.
