It’s 5:34pm on a Thursday and you decide to hit the Gateway Gym (for non-USC students, this a small-ish gym in a nice apartment complex that hosts lots of beautiful women)
You bike, jog, or walk over to Gateway, wave to the security guard like you guys are boyz, you act like you live there. Get into the gym, hit the treadmill for a pre workout carido burst, treadmill obviously.
You happen to notice this cute, but potentially very hot under the right circumstance, kappa girl jogging next to you. How’d I know Kappa? I mean she’s hot and has a great attitude! Sike tank top obvi. There is a moment there where you wonder, do I? Do I pull the emergency break, grab her by the waste and start to make out with her mid treadmill? Maybe…Maybe…And if you’re Greyson, you already have, damn Grey, you got fucking moves. Teach us your swag Greyson. Fucking Newport. Fucking Greyson.
The problem from here on out during the workout is that, guys, or at least myself, can’t stop thinking about doing ridiculous, horrible, unspeakable, but very respectful things to this hot Kappa girl, whose name I’m assuming is something along the lines of Nicole or Rebecca, probably Rebecca, who can’t seem to break eye contact. What does one do, when, she looks really cute and friendly in those workout clothes, and all you can think about is taking off, the workout clothes.
How does one break this one-way sexual tension? What’s the right thing to say? I’ve always thought just saying “hey you seem cool, sup I’m Jonah” would work. Never done it, but what’s the worst that could happen? Then again, you gotta respect her workout, she’s in the zone, the last thing she wants is some cute/funny/talented/funny/well toned in the scheme of things guy coming over and interrupting her workout.
What is she thinking? She’s the one who can’t stop staring. It could be cause i’m staring. She thinks i’m staring at her boobs, but I’m actually staring at her heart.
Next time I’m at the gym, I’ll try saying something, and let you guys know how it went.