Bex is a Big Black Man

Let me explain. Over the past couple of weeks, E. and I have been watching season three of "Six Feet Under." David and Keith, the gay couple in the show, bicker with each other, and at on point David (white funeral director) says Keith (hot black cop) seems too intense sometimes.

In this exchange, David sounds like E.

In response, Keith says that David is oversensitive, afraid of strong emotions, and that when he (Keith) shows talks about work and his frustrations about it, he's not angry at David, but just venting a little.

Which sounds like me sometimes.

At that, E. looked at me and said, "You're a big black cop!"

I replied, "And you're a whiny white boy!"

Then we went back to eating pizza.

Running Update: This morning was my last run with my Saturday training group before the Army 10-Miler next Saturday. J., a man at least 20 years my senior, kept flirting with me. Which got annoying very quickly.

He kept trying to talk to me for the entire 9-mile run, even though I was trying to chat with a few other people in my group. When I slowed down, he slowed down. When I sped up a little, so did he. Once, at a stoplight, he put his hand on the small of my back when the light turned green, urging me to run across the street. Ick.

A few blocks later, we collided because I thought we were supposed to turn left, and he turned right - right into me. Which got his sweat all over my left arm and shoulder. After he called me "baby," I finally told him that I wanted to run with a few other folks, and he looked a bit put-out.

Does he know I'm married? Yes. But apparently, that doesn't stop some people. I took off, running tempo pace for the last few miles, and I lost him. Geesh.