A couple of weeks ago I went to the Y for the first time, and found it to be not just frustrating, but infuriating.
Most disturbing was the fact that the more beautiful, the more scantily clad the women there, the more pissed off I got.
The underlying cause wasn't immediately apparent, but in hindsight it was likely the comments my ex-wife had made, that I should "pick up some hot women" there.
Considering the number of other things that she says that poison experiences for me, like the endless "so did you get laid" or "gonna get laid are you" comments, it's hardly a surprise.
How can you get away from someone that will always be there?
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