I've been stalking a girl at my gym. Before you think I'm a wacko, let me clarify. By stalking, I mean showing up everyday hoping she'll be there. That's all. I think I said a few words to her once figuring I'd see her a lot but it's been a few weeks and she's been on a different schedule than me.
She's here tonight, on an elliptical machine. I'm planning on a long run later tonight so decide to do some simple shoulders and abs routines until I get a chance to say hi. Half an hour later I saunter over and stretch next to her. She proceeds through a basic core/stretching routine which I use as my in:
Me: "Hey I have a favor to ask. Take me through your routine quickly...I usually notice that girls are doing stuff that makes more sense overall. A lot of guys are just lifting as much as they can."
Her: "It's just a really basic routine; nothing special."
Me: "Ok, fine, hey let me try that," after she finishes rotating a medicine ball side to side. I'm probably pissing her off since she's in the middle of her routine and has a no-nonsense demeanor. "I actually do that on the decline bench."
Her: "Oh, is it harder that way?" She passes the ball to me and turns to doing push-ups on her knees.
Me: "Maybe. Try doing push-ups with this." I pass her a bosu ball, which she promtly declines.
Her: "Not today, thanks. Nice meeting you." She's gone before I can say bye.
I'm a bit disappointed, mainly because I like this girl more than the last 30 girls I've talked to. Oh well, I'll still ask her to go on a run with me next time I see her. Even though it felt like she wasn't feeling me I might as well get shot down outright before I give up.
It's a beautiful night. No excuses -- time for that long run outside.
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