The Gym Whore
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
This morning during my usual “I want to be a hot sexy trophy wife workout” a random girl (Let’s call her Gym Whore) comes up to me and starts a conversation, which I did not want to be involved in at 630am. Some people have no clue and no game, and no charm when it comes to appropriate gym etiquettes.
Gym Whore: Hey there good looking
Me: [giving her the “what the fuck do you want” look]
Gym Whore: I see you often, you work around here?
Me: Yeah. [What a fucking psycho stalker whore]
Gym Whore: You lift?
Me: [while lifting some weights and checking out my sexy triceps] yeah
Gym Whore: So you like working out?
Me: uh…um…yeah
Gym Whore: my name is Ellie
Me: oh nice to meet you Nellie
Gym Whore: no um. It’s E-llie
Me: oh sorry Kellie ….oh ok Ellie, well, I have to go to work [walking away to the locker rooms]
Gym Whore: Where are you going?
Me: change, uh…locker room
Gym Whore: oh you aren’t staying?
Me: eh...nooo..I usually get dressed before I go to work ya know?
Gym Whore: ah well I guess I'll see you later, I mean I'm going to keep working out, like I gotta keep lifting you know, (I have already started walking away at this point) like i lift a lot you know, cause like I'm really into training, like big muscles and whatever, but like...I guess I'll see ya later…
Seriously. Working out has become the new let's mack it to “NYC.lezie” spot.
Working out is my life, please don’t try and talk to me Gym Whore, Can’t you see I have no time for you and your chatty chattyness?
Gym Whore: Hey there good looking
Me: [giving her the “what the fuck do you want” look]
Gym Whore: I see you often, you work around here?
Me: Yeah. [What a fucking psycho stalker whore]
Gym Whore: You lift?
Me: [while lifting some weights and checking out my sexy triceps] yeah
Gym Whore: So you like working out?
Me: uh…um…yeah
Gym Whore: my name is Ellie
Me: oh nice to meet you Nellie
Gym Whore: no um. It’s E-llie
Me: oh sorry Kellie ….oh ok Ellie, well, I have to go to work [walking away to the locker rooms]
Gym Whore: Where are you going?
Me: change, uh…locker room
Gym Whore: oh you aren’t staying?
Me: eh...nooo..I usually get dressed before I go to work ya know?
Gym Whore: ah well I guess I'll see you later, I mean I'm going to keep working out, like I gotta keep lifting you know, (I have already started walking away at this point) like i lift a lot you know, cause like I'm really into training, like big muscles and whatever, but like...I guess I'll see ya later…
Seriously. Working out has become the new let's mack it to “NYC.lezie” spot.
Working out is my life, please don’t try and talk to me Gym Whore, Can’t you see I have no time for you and your chatty chattyness?
is that who you were talking about when you called?
haha classic
lauren- oh god yeah. I always call you when people try to mack it to me. it's a comfort thing.