When I’m in any public washroom anywhere, the rule is, don’t talk to me. I don’t take very long, you can wait to tell me your story. At the gym today, some Resolution Girl (a newbie who comes in for a month after New Years, then never again) came into the changeroom ranting on and on about her brother, his coat and his ego. I was the only one in the room. I don’t know how to take this…because one of my biggest pet peeves is the lack of communication between women at the gym. Guys and girls talk a lot, but in all the years I have been a gym buff, I have never met another woman. It’s the whole competitive nature thing. While I was put off initially, because of the whole “don’t talk to me in the can” rule, I’m rather excited that Resolution Girl has decided to break the rules. It was a much warmer feeling than when the Psycho Girl snapped at me for touching the calf machine earlier that work-out.