Rain Rain Go Away

Last night, I went to bed rather late, and once again, had to drag my butt to the gym. However, on top of being tired, it is DREADFULLY DREARY outside today. It's pouring buckets, cold, miserable, cloudy and gray. In a nutshell, the weather sucks.
So of course, I run to the gym. Decked out in my rain coat, rain pants and soon to be soaked running shoes, it was hard to get myself to start that first step. I know they say a journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step, and that sounds all fine and dandy, but did the person who said that walk those thousand miles just to make sure?

Anyways...As bleary-eyed as I was this morning, I did manage a good workout. However, the most interesting moment was half way through the morning. Eye candy and I were both in the pit (basement weights area) and then he left. I finished doing my routine and realized that I really needed to stretch. So I walked on upstairs and managed to see him again as he finished up whatever he was doing.
His comment to me was, "Are you stalking me?" My reply was, "No, I wanted to stretch." However, in the back of my mind, I really wanted to say, "Don't you wish." I think it would have livened up the conversation a little, but I was working out! Nobody has witty conversations while working out because they are concentrating. So the rest of my stretching I contemplated what exactly "Are you stalking me?" meant.
It could have meant, "Hey, I'm just teasing, but I do see you around a lot. Must be the common interest of working out in the mornings."
Or
"Wow, I see you around way too much in the mornings. I have this feeling you are a creeper. Are you?"
Or even:
"You are a bodacious babe and you rock my socks. Calling you a stalker is the only thing I can come up with spur of the moment. And I wanted to talk to you."

I'm leaning toward option 3. It's the only one where I'm a bodacious babe.

And, that's the conclusion I came to while jogging home in the miserable downpour. It brightened up my otherwise deary morning.