11:30am. I'm at the gym. It's empty. I've actually been semi-stalking a girl here but haven't seen her in a while and she's not here now. The upside is that in looking for her I've been working out religiously pretty much everyday.
I decide to break the ice on this blog and talk to the only relatively attractive girl in the gym. She's doing some kind of cardio/weights routine where she runs back and forth between the elliptical machine and the free weight rack. She's also wearing headphones so I'll have to be direct (and a bit rude I suppose).
Me: [as she walks over to the weight rack] "So what kind of hardcore training routine are you doing? I've never seen anyone go back and forth like that..."
Hard-core girl: "What?" She turns down the volume and takes her head-phones off.
Me: Back to square one and stupidly repeat my question. Not so smooth.
Her: "Oh it's this great routine my nutritionist game me. The point is [blah, blah, blah]"
Me: "Great, what's your name?"
Her: "My name is ____"
I realize at this point that she's nice and all but she's not quite what I'm looking for. I politely say nice to meet you and walk off.
I'm heading off to a couple of 4th of July parties. I got a good workout in; nice way to start the day.
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