Well, hello, Mr. Hot Body at the gym. I see your eyeballs on my ass.
I know, I know. Roast away. But as a woman who doesn’t get out much (and won’t fuck her co-workers since we all see how that shitshow plays out), the gym is one of the few places in real life to meet a potential AP (affair partner for all you newbies).
I’d gladly give a once-over on some silver-haired baddie who lifts and start a conversation. Make him take out his ear pods.
“Hey, can you show me how to use this?” (never fails)
OR
“So crowded today; when do you come to avoid the throngs?”
OR
“Are you a trainer?”
”Naw.”
”Oh, you looked like a trainer, and I was hoping you’d help me with my workouts.”
IN BED.
“Let’s get hot and sweaty right now, dude. I need those beefy arms on either side of my head…”I’m thinking.
Genius level shit. LOL.
Ladies, you can make this work.
Bat your eyelashes and wear something tight and revealing.
And say, “You are so good at staying focused! Your body shows it!” and give a little smirk and maybe a light touch on his arm.
If you kept chatting over a few weeks, shore up your lady balls and ask, “I’m going to grab a cup of coffee after this. Would you like to join me?”
C’mon, who wouldn’t be flattered by a little attention and a few compliments?
IF he’s hot to trot, he’ll take the bait.
Trust me.
His body language and answers will tell you everything.
Either it’s on, and it’s ON, if you know what I mean…or you go back to your normal routine, exchange pleasantries, and silently curse his high morals. Cause that’s what I’d do.
“Motherfucker won’t even cheat. What the hell is wrong with this world!?”
I know I’d enjoy being approached by a guy if I were on the prowl (and I know I’m an aberration, but whatever). Yeah, there’s the risk that the gym will be ruined if the affair goes south. But that’s a way better option than the boss or a co-worker. No one wants to risk their job, after all. All the repercussions of cheating in the workplace (and I’ve done it, too—first affair, I learned the hard/stupid way) are just a recipe for disaster.
Is the gym the Affair Valley of Death?
I don’t think so.
Have a little courage and bust a move. “Want to exchange numbers and come here at the same time?” Then, you have an in. Flirt via text and look for openings. Get your game on (in more ways than one, hee hee).
So, can we go back to everyone trying to fuck at the gym?
Would you like to be approached at the gym? Tell me in the comments.
Get a hint. Bust a move.