Women........idk

I'm not sure if I mentioned this yet but the trainer female to guy ratio is about 9/4. It would seem men and women have bonded together in our love of working with attractive, in shape females. Who knew. As a result of this disparity I am forced to spend my refueling stops (or lunches as you may know them) with a table full of these female creatures. Maybe the fact that they bring several leaves of lettuce and a handful of water chestnuts to eat whereas I bring two sandwiches, two apples, and two yogurts is responsible for the much larger amount of time they spend talking than me. Or maybe they believe lunch is actually a time for the purging of internal thoughts to ready themselves for the afternoon. I swear they don't even listen to each other. Everyone is talking about themselves while nodding in affirmation at some inane thing another girl just said.

Anyway, I usually check out about this time and until today I thought I was just accepting the fact that I couldn't handle that much communication during the sacred process of food consumption. I was off in my thoughts, well into my second sandwich, when through the fog of the conversation the word "boobs" floats to the fringes of my consciousness. Instinctively, my head raises. The three chatting women notice my enhanced mental state and stop talking, evidently assuming I am ready to contribute. I can safely assume, even without knowing the background of the convo, that I have nothing useful to add. Yet, still they are looking at me expectantly.

"I came in late. What were you talking about?" I said.

Laughter ensued and one of them commented to the other, "He is such a guy. Not paying attention."

I picked up my lunch and left to ponder what just happened. Initially, I was annoyed. Then I got even more annoyed that I was annoyed in the first place. Finally, upon further ruminating I realized two important things had occurred 1. I just stumbled upon an evidently widely accepted practice of men ignoring the conversation of women simply because they are dudes. At last, a stereotype that works in my favor. 2. They latched onto my ignoring of the conversation instead of my perking up at the utterance of the word "boobs." For the longest time I thought the stereotype of guys thinking about sex reigned above all others. At long last we as a male species are breaking down the shackles of stereotypes.

In order to celebrate my discovery I promptly queued "Disturbed", drank an energy drink, and went to go lift weights; then went home to eat ground beef and watch sportscenter.