I have this thought every time I’m riding someone like him: “You’re such a short, skinny little man. HOW do you handle daily life that way?” Not that it really matters. I’m not his personal trainer or life coach or anything like that. I saw him walk into the gym looking as uncomfortable and out of place as he could. Just my type.
Not the type that I want to have a relationship with, but I have to admit that fucking guys like this is usually pretty fun. I think it’s that little spark of awe in their eyes when I just walk up to introduce myself and “welcome” them to the gym.
“Hey there! You look a little lost. First time?” I could see that it was, but I don’t want to make it obvious.
“Hi. Um, yeah, it is. You can probably tell I’m not much of a “gym rat,” but I want to start working out and exercising more.”
Perfect. I’m more than happy to “show him the ropes.”
“I’m Lisa, by the way. You’ll see me here a lot, even though I don’t work here. ”