“You have great form.”
I hear this as I’m sweating profusely and practically breathless while pulling down a 25lb weight on a circuit.
“Umm, thanks” I reply.
Now normally, when I’m at the gym, I really don’t want to be bothered and I hope to blend into the walls. Not because I’m entirely anti-social, but because I look like a hot mess. Granted, if someone approaches you during this time, they would be pleasantly surprised at how incredible you clean up. I guess I’m just backwards.
This relatively goodlooking man tries to continue conversation. Promising, right? Then he asks for my phone number.
So at this stage, I was attempted to give him a fake number but we go to the same gym. That might make future encounters awkward. So I gave in and gave him the number. Wished him a good day and left.
A week goes by and nothing. Maybe he found another babe at the gym. No harm no foul.
Then I get the call. Not a text, but an old-fashion call. Let’s meet at Starbucks. Okay.
I order my Vanilla Chai Iced Tea Latte and sit down. He strolls in with a cloud stench that could clear out the entire place. You couldn’t smell coffee brewing. The sweet spices in my tea withered a painful death. I could barely breathe.
One of the employees propped open the door. Everyone could smell this. Was he sprayed by a skunk?
I looked down at my phone and pretended I got an emergency text. I didn’t want to hurt the guy’s feelings. Maybe picking up women at the gym is the only way he is approachable because we all smell there.
I bolted so I could breathe…sweet fresh air.