Gym Hoodrats

I’ve been away so long I had to do a double post today!  This has been bothering me for quite some time but I really haven’t mentioned it and late last week it hit a breaking point for me.  I go to a local gym about four to five times a week.  Generally after work and not to pump iron and look like an asshole but basically to work off what I eat and drink because quite frankly if I didn’t exercise, I’d be about 350 pounds.  What bothers me is the appearance of some of the people at the gym.  I know what you’re thinking, it’s not a beauty contest, who cares what you look like and I totally agree with you?  That’s why it bothers me to see women (maybe they’re girls) wearing make-up at the gym.  Maybe it’s me but if you’re at the gym with eye-liner and make-up, you’re not there to work out you’re there to be a hoe bag.

I’m not talking about every woman or girl that enters the place either because I would say the majority (probably around 95%) don’t do this.  They’re there to work out and leave the socializing for some other place.  I’m talking about the girls with five pounds of make-up on that are there to try and pick up guys and use the gym like a social event.  I’m not there to talk to anyone, I’m there to do my hour to hour and a half workout and get home so please don’t talk to me.  I see these people just walking around, talking to people and if they are on a machine, they tend to spend most of the time watching the TV’s above them or talking with someone.

Last week I was about 45 minutes into my elliptical workout which means I was covered in sweat (I sweat like a fat guy with a heart condition) and one of these young ladies who I didn’t see get on the machine next to me tries to start a conversation.  She as polite enough and let me get this right out of the way, in no way do I think she was trying to pick me up.  I was covered in sweat and probably smelled like a grundle (the place between your asshole and your nut sack).  I’m thinking she was just bored and wanted to socialize.  When I looked over and saw the make-up and that she wanted to talk I was immediately pissed off.  The first couple of minutes was just basically how to work the TV and what I was watching and I politely answered and went back to trying to ignore her.  Then she asked my name and how long I’d been going there.  That’s when I said nothing, got off the machine, wiped it down and went to the same exact machine two positions down.  I could tell she was put off by this gesture but I don’t give a shit.  She deserved it.  I’m there to work-out and not talk to pretty girls.  There’s a time and a place ladies, remember that.

PS – the poor sap that went on the machine after me was probably burdened with the story of how much of an asshole I am.  Sorry man, should of did what I did….