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July 16, 2008
Not that there's anything wrong with that
Dumbbell Press, originally uploaded by CrasHBURN.
I was at the gym a little while ago, totally whaling on my pecs. Or something. I noticed this guy about twenty feet from me glancing furtively in my direction. Yes, furtively.
I go to the gym colloquially known as the "Gay Bally's," so I occasionally expect to get checked out by another guy. Actually, it's more like I'm convinced guys are checking me out, and hope girls are checking me out, but in reality it is probably neither. It doesn't help that I wear t-shirts with rainbows on them and listen to Britney Spears on my iPod.
So, this guy keeps looking in my direction, and I keep pretending not to notice, because when people keep looking at you, usually they are up to no good. Finally somebody else came into view, and the guy revealed his motive: he wanted a spot.
Asking for a spot at the gym must be somewhat like asking somebody out on a date. You really really want to do it, but you're scared of getting rejected. However, you also know the other person will more than likely say yes, but you still feel awkward about it. It takes courage to ask somebody to give you a spot.
I've only given a spot once. It was very awkward. There I was, standing over this guy I've never met, trying to keep him from dropping 120 pounds on himself, AND being entrusted with saving his life should he manage to drop the 120 pounds on his neck. At least I wasn't obligated to make small talk: so what do you do? Come here often?
There are worse things, I suppose. He could've asked me out on a date.
entry no. 1185
Posted at July 16, 2008 12:22 AM