By now I think I made it pretty clear that I am a gym rat. No, I am not one of those shredded women that competes in IFBB...I got chocolate issues ;), but I see gym as therapy.
Especially lately, I can spend hours there...yes, I am one of "those people". I gotta say I think I earned respect from my fellow gym goers, I am one of the very few women at the weight room and I am not gonna lie, I can hold my own. (Perhaps I can hold my own a little too much...)
Let me tell you, I do not get approached by anyone really, I am there to work, so I get my "business face" on. However, seems like little old men are not intimidated. There's one in particular that likes to chat (most of them just like to get out of the house and socialize) with me. About what? Well, anything and everything, his blood pressure, his wife, retirement and so on.
Well, today after our little conversation, he decided to give me a hug. I don't love hugs, I especially love hugs from strangers even less, and hugs from little old men that smell like that Cuban cigar cologne are probably top of the list of hugs I don't like (Besides the pervy, cop a feel kind of hugs. This wasn't that kind of hug, thank God.) Still, I smelled like his cologne for the rest of my workout and even after the shower...half a day later, I can still smell it. Wonderful.
However, this is still progress, at least it was a man making conversation with me...70yr old man, man nonetheless. (Last week I was hit on by the girl working out next to me...I do wish I swung that way, seems like I have a very "gay aura".)
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