So, walking home from the gym this morning, I passed a cute boy, also dressed in workout clothes. He smiled at me. It was a cute sort of semi-amused smile. I smiled back.
Now, this boy was WAY too young for me. Probably early to mid-twenties. But nothing wrong with a little smiley flirting, right?
I got home and walked into the bathroom. And that's when I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
The entire front of my shirt - from the underside of my breasts down to the middle of my tummy - was one, big, wet blob of SWEAT.