I began my new gym/arm recovery program this week.
I had an appointment yesterday with my supposed expert in all things related to physical therapy and personal training. This trainer, is a friend of The Torturer's so they feel quite comfortable discussing me as if I'm not within earshot.
I've named the new guy Roid because he's built and it's hard to believe all that muscle is possible without the help of steroids.
While I was at the gym, there were two different things going on. There were the real things actually happening at the time, and there were the all the things I was thinking in my head.
For example, I was quite polite and appropriate as I met Roid. In my head, however, I was thinking, "Holy SHIT! Is his body for real?"
I was also thinking things like, "He's really hot I need to make sure I don't drool or sweat in front of him."
Then I started thinking about all the married women in the OC who have affairs with their personal trainers … and, perhaps, you know … they have damn good reason after all.
Just kidding Briefcase.
* Ahem *
So anyway ….
Roid is not married. Roid is quite hot. Roid is a little bit of a flirt, but overly serious when it is "time to get some work done." Roid was pretty nice for our first session together, but I get the feeling there's a hard ass in him that will surface very soon.
"I don't want her coddled," said The Torturer.
When has anyone ever coddled me?
My eyes met Roid's (sea green and slightly mesmerizing) and I gave him a look that communicated, in no uncertain terms, what I thought of The Torturer's no coddling statement. In turn, Roid gave me a slight smile as if he thinks the interaction (antagonism?) between The Torturer and I is amusing.
There were all sorts of Money Town people in the gym. The men were dressed like slobs for the most part. And really, why shouldn't they be? They are there to sweat. The women were a mix. The hard-body women wore skin tight, sexy, revealing workout clothes. They almost appear to be in costume with their perky fake boobs and perfectly flat stomachs. Some of the older women, or less in shape women, were dressed for comfort rather than display.
I, of course, fall into the slob category. I'm not trying to impress anyone while I'm there and even if was trying, I wouldn't impress anyone anyway. Although, did I mention Roid has the most interesting green eyes? And darkish skin, and dark wavy hair … and ….
What was I saying?
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