The Fairer Sex

I went jogging today at Botanical gardens, a rare occasion that I jog in the open, instead of on a thread mill.

My jogging partner came to pick me up. I actually wanted to cancel the jog because it rained just half an hour ago before our jog. He convinced me otherwise.

“No. this is the best time to jog, after the rain,” he said while driving.

“Oh really. Why? Because there is more water vapour in the air and we don’t have to stop too often to drink to replenish the water in our body?” I offered earnestly. (I confess! I am a bimbo!)

He laughed and said, “No. Because the pavement is moist, the coefficient of friction is higher and hence the traction is better.”

Sorry, huh? Coefficient of friction? What is that? The ground is wet and it is more slippery. So there should less friction.

Oii, why you sian me?

I wrecked my brain to think of any equations that relate to Forces and only remembered Force = mass x acceleration.

“You took physics right?” he asked.

That question is very sensitive, sir. I took up physics only because the record company returned my stuff. I was depressed. You may know all about coefficient of friction, but you may not know of depressed women. Ahem! Let me explain. Depressed women tend to make unwise decisions. They take up physics in their depression. Really! I am the case in point.

“I don’t remember there is a coefficient,” I said in a small voice.

“You know when the floor is slightly moist, the friction is better because the coefficient is changed. That is why the running tracks are sprayed with water, making them slightly moist, during the Olympics before the race.”

“Wow. Really? I didn’t know that. Wow!” I said, sounding more bimbotic than ever.

Good job, D! There is really no need to provide more evidence that you are lacking of intelligence. Verdict was already reached earlier. But thanks for trying. Can you please try to resist saying anything from now on? Thank you.

I slided lower in my seat.

Then encouraged by my enthusiatic reply, he went into a long explanation of coefficient of friction.

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Ok, such an illuminating explanation! Now I know all about coefficient of friction. He is such a sweetheart.

Strangely, talking about coefficient of friction did make him look a lot sexier. Maybe I should try my new knowledge of coefficient of friction on that guy who has been making my heart flutter (GWMMHF) each time he walks by.

Here's one application of the newly acquired knowledge:-

[Scenario: GWMMHF (Guy Who Makes My Heart Flutter) and I are strolling along say, Orchard Road. Suddenly it rains cats and dogs (with thunder, lightning and all). I grab the opportunity to exhibit my newly acquired knowledge of coefficient of friction, hoping to appear sexier than usual.

Me: We should go for a jog now.

GWMMHF: Huh? Why? It is raining.

Me: Precisely. We should run. You know why? (AHEM!) The rain increases the coefficient of friction and hence increases the friction and we can run better. This is the best time to run. C'mon, let's run.

GWMMHF: Can I call you another time? I have to attend to something NOW.

Then I watch him run like never before. I watch him run in the rain.

Hmm....The rain does make a jogger run better and faster.]

Finally, we reached our jogging destination.

At the botanical garden, after 30 mins of running (or was it 15 mins), I had cramps and we had to stop and start strolling.

I apologized for spoiling his jog.

“It is ok. I knew you would have cramps after a short while. I actually just wanted to chat with you to catch up.”

Thanks, that's sweet for wanting to catch up! But what do you mean by "I would get cramps after a SHORT while" ? I am of a weaker sex, I know. There is much evidence tonight. But somehow I am not taking pride in my status as the fairer sex. I want to be a Man so that I can talk about coefficient of friction and I can run without cramps.