So... I am probably gonna get Paul beat up at the gym. He has taken to threatening a craigslist posting for a gym buddy who is also a deaf mute. Because I have a problem with not being able to keep my mouth shut when I'm witnessing douchery, I have an unstoppable need to mock them mercilessly.. And unfortunately, the gym is like a breeding ground for douches. Like cockroaches to hot garbage, douche-bags flock to Golds Gym. The problem for Paul is, these cockroaches are abnormally big... and especially douchy. I am not subtle when I am laughing at these ridiculously over muscled dudes. I can't help it! You try doing bicep curls next to a spray tanned guy talking to his muscles in the same tone as Christian Bale in Batman! "Come on, you got this. Yeah baby, yeah" It is literally impossible not to laugh! Yesterday, there was this guy... working out in jeans and a painted on V-neck T-shirt, I am pretty sure it was bedazzled, in the corner, admiring himself in the mirror. Fixing his faux-hawk. Straightening his eyebrows, I was waiting for him to lick is forefinger and pinky and go across both eyebrows. Five min later he was back in the corner, straightening those eye brows, and admiring his chiseled chin. I can't make this up.
The weight room is like being in a Lamaze class.... full of sweaty dudes. Hearing the grunts and noises that come out of these guys is one of the highlights of the gym. But I do love my boyfriend, and I would rather not have him take a fist after some meat head says something along the lines of "keep your ho on a leash" so I should probably tone it down.
Ya right... Like that is gonna happen. :)
