It was very flattering because initially the subway was crowded. Everyone was wearing suit pants and work clothes coming back from their jobs. I know wearing 2 inch split shorts on the subway with shaved legs is very cringey and inappropriate but I could see her blushing. I really don't think she was laughing at me, but rather, she was enjoying the absurdity of the situation. And I enjoyed that moment as well. (Whenever someone asks me: "Hey, are you a runner?" A small grin elucidates on my sweaty-dried face, and I answer "yeah" with muted). She could tell I was a runner - someone who's older than me must be familiar with the split shorts phenomenon, no?
The subway ride lasted for around 25 minutes and as everyone was getting off their subway stops, she decided to frequent my intimate space (less than two meters). You see, she was standing and I was sitting down. What was odd was that there were entire rows of seats available on the subway, but no, she decided to hover right next to me.
Since distance runners are usually short - I'm no exception, she was quite tall by comparison. Because of her height advantage, she was already towering over me and I decided to manspread my legs and slump myself further into my seat to allow her to fulfill her voyeuristic tendencies.
I guessed that she was French because she has hairy fingers and brown hair. She also appeared to be in her mid twenties. This standstill between us lasted the entire subway ride. In my peripheral vision, she was sneaking glances of my tanned legs. Because I was wearing 2" split shorts, you can see the line of pasty white skin and then dark, cool orange skin. The further I slumped into my seat, the more my 2" split shorts rode up my legs.
Her face no longer displayed a happy, laughing manner. No, she looked quite untroubled - or rather, she regained her composure and looked calm.
This is when doing 800 body weight squats every day since December 2016 pays off.
To be continued...