Mygymin SoHo is a Petri dish of fine specimens.Before I met my boyfriend,it was always fun to get in a little man-scoping with my treadmill routine.But as good-looking as the guys were,I was never looking to be picked up.Why?Well,let's just say I'm not feeling my most attractive and confident when a sweat stain is forming above my butt crack.How 'bout you?
I'm at the gym for one reason and one reason only,and that's because it's supposed to be good for me (and I am currently dealing with a case of SBF,otherwise known as stubborn belly fat).I know this is anti-social of me to say,but I'm not there to chat.I'm there toworkoutand the idea of someone watching me as I grunt,moan and pant—in a very unsexy way—is not my idea of a good time.
Enough about me!What do you guys think?Do you mind being picked up at the gym?Have you ever?How did it turn out?Is it a DO or DON'T?
Now,get to the gym!: