Living alone has its benefits. One of the problems of living alone is always having to bring your house keys. One morning, leaving for my regular run, I realized I didn't have keys to re-enter. I also had a lunch date that afternoon. I could not make it to my brother's home (an hour drive) and back for a shower and change. So, I just met my lunch date as is - in my sweaty, running, spandex tights. I was worried that I didn't smell too awful. To my surprise, that was the least of my worries. With clothing so tight, everything was noticeable. She was quite honest, pointing out how nice runners' bodies look. She kept bringing our topic of discussion to running. I took it as flattery and didn't mind being stuck in spandex all day with my wonderful friend. -- Stan, 33