My husband Todd just started his first semester at the University of South Florida.
Since he’s studying physical education, he’s taking a lot of really “physical” classes. Like golf. Tennis. And cardio weight training. (This is a fancy name for aerobics.) He calls it his “dance” class.
His first day of school I asked how the dance class went. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Great!” he said.
Really? I was surprised at his enthusiasm. (If you know my husband, you know it takes a lot to get him excited.)
“There’s only like five other guys in the class.” He paused. “But that’s cool.”
“Out of how many?” I asked.
“Forty…or so…” he said nonchalantly.
“You would not believe how tight these college girls wear their panty-hose these days,” he said. “They’re almost see-through!”
Panty-hose? (Is this a real conversation?)
“You mean leggings.” I asked.
“Yeah! Leggings. That’s what you call them.”
Forty 18-year-old girls dancing around in leggings so tight you wouldn’t believe it. Sounds like a challenging course.
Then he pulls out his “text book.” It’s got his instructor on the cover. Double Ds if I had to guess… Size 2 waist… J.Lo ass. She’s posing, boobs out, on the cover.
“Is that a collegiate text book or a Playboy?” I asked.
(It’s going to be really hard for me to take him seriously when he’s prepping for exams.)
In all fairness, he is taking Anatomy and a couple of other more difficult classes. Although I’m sure he’ll find those less “stimulating” than “dance” class with J. Lo and the See-Through Panty-Hose-Wearing Rockettes.
Funny thing is, I’m not that jealous really. I actually think it’s kind of cute that he’s so excited about it.
Enjoy yourself, honey. College goes by so fast…
You’ll be back to reality before you know it.