so, i like working out.
i'm not quite a gym rat*, but i try to go a couple times a week at least. i've been going to a new gym since june and looove it, despite racking up a zillion experiences ranging from the o_O worthy to complete buffoonery. i'm talking folks doing the UTMOST, despite where the gym is located (swankville usa).
anyhoo, earlier this week i was minding my own business, putting my bag into my locker yadayadayada when i notice a chick lookin at me. now, im not one of those people who get hype from being looked at. in actuality i really don't care at all. this isn't a Marvel comics universe and no one possesses an X-Men eye-beam death stare.
at least i don't think so. :::shudder:::
howEver, i can always differentiate between simple looks or stares and the kind you can tell will lead to the next five minutes of your life being dedicated to weirdness.
sooo...im on my way out of the locker room, ipod band on my arm and earbuds in, when i see her open her mouth. i absolutely abhor being rude to folks so i slow down and take out an earbud. she proceeds to start at the beginning, and our pseudo-conversation goes like this:
her: you're not done getting ready!
me: huh?
her: you youngins don't know how to catch a man, you forgot your makeup.
me: o_O
her: come on, are you REALLY here to ONLY work out?
me: um, yeah.
her: oh, well...don't expect to get much attention.
me: [slightly peeved] i don't want nor expect attention. i'm here to exercise. thanks for the tip but no thanks.
*sigh* right. i wonder what she'll come up with the next time i head to the gym. meh.
while i--as someone with two X chromosomes--don't have the total inside scoop on what guys look for in a woman, i'm fairly sure fake and/or scheming isn't at the top of their lists. she is the only person to call me out on my blandness thus far but isn't the only one who strolls in with super tight shorts or leggings, super tight tops, hair did, nails did and a full face of makeup with plans to walk on a treadmill for 10 minutes (the other 10 minutes is dedicated to sashaying [sp?] past the weight area). it's absurd. this isn't to say her man trapping shenanigans won't work, but i refuse to play dress up and celebrate halloween every time i work out (i've never celebrated it at all, actually).
word.
oh yeah, and some random dude interrupts my workout to ask for my # often enough to know how ridiculous her comments were. talk about an advice fail, lmbo.
there's a time and place for everything is all i'm sayin.
*gym rat: goes as often as possible. they're usually the ones holding up the line for everything and flex in the mirror every 10 minutes. also, 67.4 percent of the time they are kappas. yep, i went there...lol.
