I went to the gym yesterday morning early with my daughter.
A woman I see most mornings was there again as she always is.
It occurred to me that she looks a certain way all sweaty and totally different when I saw her on the street.
And then as we went around the corner in the locker room, there she was again. Only in her ‘nothing buts’.
She had nothing – I mean nothing- on but her sneakers.
I may have stared a bit.
My daughter experienced PTSD.
Things were not as they seemed. At all.
First of all, it was like she was 3 completely separate people. One sweaty, one dressed up, one in her nothing buts.
Suddenly, I felt for men who always seem to be one person. We always know what we are getting with them. They must be a bit shocked when the curtain goes up.