Showing posts with label gym. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gym. Show all posts

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Funny Shit At The Gym

Earlier this week I was at the gym. It was a slow day when suddenly I see this girl who I’ve been wanted to talk to for a long time, but never had the chance to do so. She is about 5’3” really white skin with dark eyes and hair, about 120 lbs and wears some cute nerdy glasses.

I was done running, so I decided to seat in the stretching area to catch my breath back. Out of nowhere this girl comes and seat almost next to me. I waited about one minute and she started to this fancy stretches. I turned the volume down in my phone’s mp3 player but didn’t take the ear phones off and I walked up to her.

The day before I had come up with a new great way to start talking to girls I don’t know. So I used that A-material line on her and it worked. Turns out her name is Se. She is not very talkative but is very nice.

By then we seated next to each other next against a walk that has that wooden bar ballet dancers use to help them do their stretches. You know, that handle thing.

So she finished and was getting up while saying goodbye and looking at me. That’s when she hit her head against that wooden bar. Man, it was painful. She got embarrassed and rubbed her head with her hand.

“Don’t worry, it happens to all of us”

She didn’t laugh or anything. Just took her work out towel, said bye once more, and left.

After she left, I started laughing my ass off. Then I noticed a guy across the room looking at me, he just rolled his eyes. What? It was funny.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Missed Opportunity

Monday, yesterday, I got to the gym and I was walking by when a stunningly hot girl (about 5' 6" 130lbs, long brown hair, and wearing some really short shorts anywhere from 20 to 26 years old; she looked white, but she could had been hispanic or some other race) walked by me.

I didn't notice she was behind me because I was playing with the MP3 player in my phone when all this happened. I had gotten out of the looker room and was heading to the running area of the gym.

I had never seen her before so I didn't know if she was all there by herself or maybe she was there with her friends or boyfriend.

I got distracted looking at her legs, I love girls with long legs, and suddently, 2 seconds later I realized this was the opportunity to talk to her. But before I could open my mouth, she is gone, walking really fast.

I didn't let this get to me. So I kept my routine as I normally do, however, for the first 15 minutes or so of my work out routine, I kept constantly running into her. No, I wasn't following her, it was just pure coincidence. And everytime we would run into each other, I would try to look into her eyes, but she would turn to the floor when she got close to me. Am I that ugly?

Eventually I finished running and went to the streaching section. And again, by pure coincidence, the only spot available, was the one next to her. I didn't give her much attention, but I knew if things went the way I wanted, I could give her one of my "standar" lines for this situation.

I was there streaching out, next, but not looking at her; thinking to myself "Orale pendeja, empieza con tus mamadas para empezarte a hablar". However, she never started with her "mamadas"

After about 5 minutes of streaching, I decided I had spent too much time waiting for her to do something that would give me "material" to work with. Plus, I was also done with my regular streaching.

I left, and even when I stayed at the gym for another 45 minutes, I didn't see her after that. I got home, and even when I had interracted with some other girls, that particular girl stayed in my mind.

After sleeping on it, I have come out with another "strategy" to talk to girls when they do a certain something she was doing. I guess this is what really being a "player" is all about. Look for new material that you will be able to use when any situation comes out.

I don't know if I'll see her again, but all I know, she gave me new material to work with. My "arsenal" is growing everyday ;-)

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Strange Days

Somedays things seem to fall in place without you making any effort. Why? That, I do not know.

There is this girl at the gym I really like, she looks asian and has the nicest legs I've ever seen. She normally wears short shorts, anyways, you get the picture.

The point here is that since I've been going to the gym I have been wanting to talk to her, but for some reason or another, the occasion never arrived. We were at opposite ends of the gym or when I was leaving, she was getting in.

But last Thrusday was different, very different. I had done my warm up and was getting ready to start running in the threadmil. I spotted one available and as I was approaching it, I noticed that right behind the one where I was there was this girl.

I looked at her in the eyes and she looked at me. She then turned away, but a second later turned to me again.

I got on the threadmil and started my routine. 20 or so minutes later the lady who was using the machine to my right left. 10 or 15 seconds later, I hear someone occupied it. It was that asian girl with the killer legs.

Fastfowarding how things went from there, I ended up making her laugh with some of my A material and I learned her name is S. Just like that.

I finish my routine and left the threadmil section without saying "bye" or anything.

I cooling down in the streaching out, and she walks by, I smiled at her and she smiled back. Right there I knew I could get her if I wanted to. But I didn't, I was still catching my breath.

Anyways, why am I writting all this? Well, I guess it is true what "El Alquimista" says about the universe and the things you really want.

Somedays I feel I should go back to my "literatu days" and start doing the kind of stuff I did before. But on the other hand, I never had sucess with girls (and I'm talking about the ugly ones like dreamerhippie and daffo) when I was a stupid guy writting poetry and reading relentlessly the works of Kafka and Joyce among many others.

In conclusion, being a bookworm will never get you the kind of girl you want, and being an asshole is the way to go.