Why Can't We Be Friends?
by nannygoats

Nobody ever talks to me at the gym. (Excuse me...the "club". According to them, I don't belong to something so common as a gym). I don't know if it's my scowling demeanor or my "Fuck You and the Horse You Rode In On" T-Shirt, but for whatever reason, I'm not verbally approachable.

However, the other day, some guy creaked over to me (he out-aged me by a couple of decades) and said, "Are you a Berkeley woman?"

 First of all, what the hell kind of a pick-up line is that? (read the rest)