Sweating away in the gym on my stationary bike, pleased to have the gym nearly to myself. Settling into the last ten minutes, flipping through a GQ. Thought bubble appears...
"This is why I enjoy men's magazines more than women's. No article's on how to lose ten pounds or the five new ways I can please my man. Nope, just articles on music, or sports, lots of male models for ogling and..."
BAM
The seat of my bike drops. Not one notch. All the way down. Jarring - in so many ways.
Crouched over the bike in fear. Tentative though bubble reappears...
"Duly Noted Universe, I'll be picking up that Cosmo."
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