Friday, September 29, 2006

let me buy you a bottled water...

one of the main reasons i avoid the gym at night: the dating scene.

dating? at a gym. yep. i know, who wants to meet and greet covered in sweat with hair frizzing in every known direction and thinking, did i not have any non-stretchy pants clean? well lastnight as the sweat started to form a nice little wet spot on my t-shirt, i felt eyes. macking on me. seriously. when i looked up there he was. patiently waiting for the single bottle of spray cleaner. so i thought, oh good, that's all he wants. then again, macking with the eyeballs but not waiting for anything. just for eye contact i guess... at least it wasn't as awkward as creepy guy hovering over me while i did curls, telling me all about his ex-girlfriend and how mean she was and how he was getting the rest of his things out of her place that night, yadda yadda. that was bad. and awkward. and i slightly recall a mullet. this was just eye contact. but still, the gym is not a bar. women are not there to find a ride home. for the love of all things elliptical, please leave the sweaty woman alone.

5 comments:

mom said...

eeeew

or you could just tell them that your mommy will beat the snot outta them......

mom said...

let's try this again....

eeew

or you could just tell them that your mommy will beat the snot outta them.....

mom said...

ok, i did a jen..... how do I delete the second post?

Kelly said...

hey, didn't miranda from sex & the city find a date at the gym? well, of course, you're married, but the guy doesn't know it. that's when you just flash him your ring.

jen said...

you're just too hot for your own good

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