I was lifting in a college gym the other day, and I’m to the point where stupid shit doesn’t bother me unless its taking up equipment that I want to use.
One thing caught my eye though, and it must have been amateur day at this gym where it was filled w/ guys doing curls and tricep kickbacks. Literally filled to the brim, much more so than usual. Out of maybe 50 people in there, 5 looked like they lifted.
The most hilarious thing in there was this skinny kid who thinks he is kind of a stud carrying around his gallon of water, w/ his sleeveless “I’m Hot Shit” t-shirt. He’s a riot to watch and hes in there regularly.
Anyway, I deadlifted, did some accessory work, then walked to the front to stretch. Not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 girls looked at me and smiled. These were full on grins, inviting me come talk to them, ask them out, then fuck their brains out. It was one studly looking black girl who looked like she could give Serena or Venus a run for her money, two firm cardio bunny chicks w/ sizeable breasts, and one so/so girl less impressive than the others that I don’t remember. One of those cardio girls was leaving when I headed over there, and she even stopped her exit and turned around to catch a glance at me close up and smile.
I was dumbfounded. I’m not a cassanova but I do alright w/ the girls, but this blew my mind. The logical thing is that I was imaging this, maybe a combination of endorphins making the world appear perfect, but I don’t think I was.
So thanks squat rack curlers and gym dip shits. Keep wearing your tight sleveless underarmor, displaying the concavity of your abs and your overall weak looking torsos and skinny arms. Keep doing utterly ridiculous and easy shit as I’m right next to you busting my ass into oblivion doing simple basic stuff w/ effort.
The girls notice this, and I’m not the biggest guy, or strongest guy, and I may not have the most aesthetic physique, but I’m doing alright. And it isn’t the reason I lift, but its like Shugart said “By the way, do you know what it’s like to turn the head of a beautiful woman because of the way you’re built? It feels good, Bob. Damned good.”