flying solo at the gym

I usually go to the gym in Sac with broham, but he's been working a ton of hours and just wants to kick back and play video games instead of working out. I can't really be that lackadaisical since I have half-marathon training resting on me.

The gym was packed at 9 pm and I resorted to getting on the only available Stairmaster. I initially wanted to run on the boring-ass treadmill since it is the next best thing to running a course outside...NOT! I really was going to do an hour on the treadmill to compensate for the week I was sick with some sort of respiratory cold. At any rate, the Stairmaster failed to let me down and I got an intense 30-minute sweat fest...I swear, that machine is the best stationary/cardio machine in a gym because it burns the most calories and makes you sweat like a pig. Sweating like a pig is a good thing, my friend.

So I am stretching out after my work-out...alone. I am mad because my new ipod Nano dies on me (it better be due to low battery or I'm kicking a genius's ass), so I fiddle around with it for a good 8 minutes. A tall, white guy comes up to me, almost resembling Michael Phelps...I am thinking that I took something of his or I invaded some space and he is just letting me know that he needs something back or I need to get the hell out of his way...UMMM NO...dude wanna throw some game at me. Okay, feller, gimme whatchu' got (Babe, this is for sake of a good story). So "Michael" asks me politely how my workout was and I had to make him repeat himself because I just about died from my astonishment. I mean, me, out of all people? He totally looked like a white kid that loved him some tall, white blonde with huge ta-tas. I have NONE of these characteristics, mind you.

The whole point of this blog post is not to tell the public that I'm flat-chested or that I don't think I can pull a white boy- my point is that it's really hard to approach women, let alone approach a woman at the gym. Or is it easier to approach a lass at a gym versus a club? I dunno, I've been out of the game for a while, so I need a refresher on these things... I'm old, remember?! And I'm in a serious relationship, remember?!

Case-in-point: I give this "Michael" props for mustering up the courage to come up and talk to me (not like I'm a goddess or something). He asked me if I had "problems at home"= Do I have a boyfriend or a husband? Very clever, I might add. The best was when he was making small talk after I kindly told him I was spoken for. I am tellin' ya', it's a rough world out there for dem men. So single ladies, be nice to those guys rappin' game to you- it takes guts; HOWEVER, know how to spot an asshole or playa...after all, game does recognize game.