Aloof

I am ALOOF.

I like to pretend its absent-minded genius syndrome, or make-believe it's a interesting and deep eccentricity related to my intellectual depth.

But that's untrue.

I am just ALOOF.

Which is giving me problems at work lately. Even making me doubt whether I SHOULD be a lawyer. I breeze right over details. I'm always in a rush.

A rush to the "big picture"
A rush to the "finish line"

I run and run and, in the process

I am ALOOF.

Case in point:

Yesterday I went straight from work to gym.

I changed from my pant-suit to my gym clothes.

I was in a rush.
I was on a mission to conquer that stair-master.
I was thinking about the deadlines at work.
I was thinking of what I would do after my work-out.

In the middle of my work-out, I saw a cute guy staring at me.

He was really cute

And he was really staring at me...

At my legs....

He was ummmmm smirking.

A bad smirk....

As if everyone in the room just heard a hilarious joke, except me

As he passed by me I looked down

Not only were my legs unshaven (oops I forgot!)
But there were BRIGHT RED rings around my mid-calf
The knee-highs I was wearing under my pant-suit had made their unmistakable mark.

Maybe one day I will meet a man who finds aloof charming

Until then, I remain an aloof, alone kinky catholic lawyer