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.