Flirt or foul?
So I’m on the exercise bike, and a young lady walks in. She has her choice of any of five other step machines where she can choose to work at what I am guessing is her goal of firming up and reducing her somewhat large butt, the only thing you would say was truly physically “wrong” with her.
So, of course, she chooses the one right in front of me! Huh? What is the thought process there? No view of the television, nowhere near the cooling system (which is just a bunch of old fans, this is a Parks Department gym), and no rational reason to choose that particular step machine.
The next twenty minutes consist of me looking at her work the stair machine (as a straight male, I’m not going to lie, it was admittedly mesmerizing), and looking over to “Dancing With the Stars” (the TV only shows ABC, where I have watched more “According to Jim” more than I care to remember—thanks, Parks Department!). Sure, I’d like to know who thought Lawrence Taylor would make a good guest, but what I really want to know is why she’s picked this step machine, and good god, how does she move like that!
I’m not asking for pity, but teasing a sweaty guy on an exercise bike is just plain wrong.
3 years ago