The Tenth

Dear Jose,

Tuesday you approached me at the gym by speaking spanish.  Do I really look latin or hispanic or what not?  I've never been confused for anything other than a standard mutt before you came along.  Then, today you ask me for my number, well, after spending five minutes trying to figure out my schedule and when exactly I would be at the gym.  I tried telling you politely that no you were not going to get my number however you came back up to me asking me when you could see me again.  Am I missing something?  You will see me when I have the misfortune of not timing my visits to the gym properly and I have to run into you again.  A subtle hint should have been enough instead I spent my run going over different dialogues of how I was going to tell you to back down or be beat down.  I don't want to be mean.  It isn't really in my nature.    Yet, here I stand feeling like you will continue to harass me until I am mean.  Hopefully, you will get it figured out soon.

Uggh, just leave me alone,

Mel P