The Look of Love
It really shouldn’t be surprising. As best I can remember I haven’t gotten the Look of Love in several weeks or even months, and it was bound to happen eventually. Today it occurred on the 7:04 from Ronkonkoma to Penn, which I boarded after arriving on the shuttle from Medford. The crowding on the platform waiting for the 7:04 was less than on Tuesday, though a shade higher than yesterday, and I figured I might as well take it rather than wait for the 7:19. It was at Deer Park, the first stop after Ronkonkoma, when I had my encounter with the Look of Love. A woman in her mid-20’s came down the aisle, stopped next to me, put her bag in the overhead rack, started to sit in the aisle seat next to me … and then, upon getting a look at me, immediately got up, retrieved her bag, and went to sit elsewhere. True, there was no actual rump-seat contact, her downward progress having stopped about an inch short of said contact, but the bag in the overhead rack is a detail not typically found in these scenarios. By having to retrieve her bag, she really must have wanted to go elsewhere after getting a good look at me. Of course my ego dropped like a stone, though the only saving grace was that a relatively slim older man took the seat moments later. Usually, when I’m Look of Loved, an elephantine SCA takes the seat. I spent the rest of the ride into Penn trying to figure out just what it is about me that scares off younger women. No, I don’t have any ideas. At least we got to Penn on time, the car being pretty full by then, and I waited less than 30 seconds for a 2 train to Fulton.
As it was raining after work I entered the subway on the western, Broadway end of the station complex, which requires me to walk along the A/C Broadway-Nassau platform to get to the 2/3 Fulton platform. As I was walking along the first platform an A train pulled into the station, so ended up taking it to Penn. The ride wasn’t too bad, despite the additional stops as compared to the 2/3, unfortunately what was very, very low on the pleasantness scale was the sloping passageway that leads from the Eighth Avenue subway station at Penn to the LIRR concourse. There was a foul smell of raw sewage (can there be a non-foul smell of raw sewage), so bad that some people were looking a bit green around the gills. My first thought was that a skell had been, ahem, untidy, but the stench permeated too big of an area for that to have been a likely explanation. It was probably a leaking sewer somewhere. With great relief I finally made it into the LIRR concourse, which while scarcely a paragon of cleanliness and pleasant scents, was absolutely wonderful in comparison. I ended up taking the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma, which once again was quite crowded. It’s hard to figure out what to make of the summertime slump. An average-sized man of about 40 sat next to me, but got off at Hicksville with no one taking his place. I spent most of the time reading, and because the rain was getting heavy had the opportunity to get quite wet changing to the shuttle at Ronkonkoma and running to my car at Medford.
Gym: I really wanted to do weighted dips, unfortunately the dip belt was nowhere to be seen. I was able to find a different belt, but because it was missing the chain used for hanging weights it was useless for anything. I ended up having to do regular, bodyweight dips, but at least I did a lot of them: 8 x 10, yes, a total of 80 reps. They were very easy at first, but the last couple of sets were a struggle. I then did kettlebell swings, 4 x 10 with a 50-pounder. Having already reached by weekly 6-mile quota, 6.5 miles to be precise, I didn’t do any more running, not being in the mood for it.