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Snorting his way across the USA
//begin rant
Scenario: I'm at the gym at zero dark thirty in the morning. There is a row of cardio machines. Six, to be exact. There is some guy on machine #5. I take my position on machine #3. This leaves the opportunity for girls to take their position on machine #'s 1, 2, 4 and 6, respectively. If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm fairly picky about my location choice at gyms and bars.
The way it typically works out is this - let's say there is a row of twenty empty exercise machines. I will pick one in the middle third of one end. The girls, as they start occupying the machines, will either be attracted by my animal magnetism, or repelled by it. There is no in between. No neutral. Those that are repelled will make a beeline to the machine furthest away from me. Those that aren't will occupy one next to me. The guys, they are playing the same game. They stay out of my space and I stay out of theirs, unless there is an extenuating circumstance like a shortage of machines or a requirement to conversate with a specific individual.
So fast forwarding, guy on #5 leaves. I have all the machines to myself. Some guy comes up and takes machine number FOUR, right next to ME. I try to give him a sublime but clear "dude, seriously" look but the message was apparently not received. THEN, on top of THAT, some other random guy gets on machine number TWO! I'm sandwiched by two MF's! And then, guess who takes machine number ONE?? You guessed it right. A GIRL!! You could have fried an egg on my head.
Dudes. It's like this. I don't know you. We've never talked. We've never exchanged glances. I don't even recognize you as a regular person here and I've been coming to this same gym for ten years. You don't have anything to talk to me about. AND I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! You ignorant socially challenged cock blockers could have respectively taken ANY OTHER MACHINES and we would ALL BE HAPPIER!
I don't want to talk to guys on the cardio machine. I'm not in to guys. I torture myself mercilessly two hours a day at the gym so I can talk to GIRLS, not to GUYS. And by the way, both of you can stand to put a little more effort into your respective workouts as well. You on the right, ace that dyed brushed back semi mullet haircut. You're too old for that. You aren't fooling anyone. Dude on the left. Either shave your face or trim that semi beard stubble so it looks presentable. You probably have to pay for it too.
//end rant
Anyways, that the violation of the guy code I witnessed this morning.
Scenario: I'm at the gym at zero dark thirty in the morning. There is a row of cardio machines. Six, to be exact. There is some guy on machine #5. I take my position on machine #3. This leaves the opportunity for girls to take their position on machine #'s 1, 2, 4 and 6, respectively. If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm fairly picky about my location choice at gyms and bars.
The way it typically works out is this - let's say there is a row of twenty empty exercise machines. I will pick one in the middle third of one end. The girls, as they start occupying the machines, will either be attracted by my animal magnetism, or repelled by it. There is no in between. No neutral. Those that are repelled will make a beeline to the machine furthest away from me. Those that aren't will occupy one next to me. The guys, they are playing the same game. They stay out of my space and I stay out of theirs, unless there is an extenuating circumstance like a shortage of machines or a requirement to conversate with a specific individual.
So fast forwarding, guy on #5 leaves. I have all the machines to myself. Some guy comes up and takes machine number FOUR, right next to ME. I try to give him a sublime but clear "dude, seriously" look but the message was apparently not received. THEN, on top of THAT, some other random guy gets on machine number TWO! I'm sandwiched by two MF's! And then, guess who takes machine number ONE?? You guessed it right. A GIRL!! You could have fried an egg on my head.
Dudes. It's like this. I don't know you. We've never talked. We've never exchanged glances. I don't even recognize you as a regular person here and I've been coming to this same gym for ten years. You don't have anything to talk to me about. AND I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! You ignorant socially challenged cock blockers could have respectively taken ANY OTHER MACHINES and we would ALL BE HAPPIER!
I don't want to talk to guys on the cardio machine. I'm not in to guys. I torture myself mercilessly two hours a day at the gym so I can talk to GIRLS, not to GUYS. And by the way, both of you can stand to put a little more effort into your respective workouts as well. You on the right, ace that dyed brushed back semi mullet haircut. You're too old for that. You aren't fooling anyone. Dude on the left. Either shave your face or trim that semi beard stubble so it looks presentable. You probably have to pay for it too.
//end rant
Anyways, that the violation of the guy code I witnessed this morning.