This may need to become a new thread, but before I left myold “night club / gym” I had a guy actually pull my ear-buds out of my head tospeak to me. I thought it was some sortof emergency. Was it? NO! He told methat he has seen me off and on and wanted to get to know me better. I try not to be too much of a jerk to people,but I would not say that I am thewarmest person to strangers who nearly physically assault me lol. I ended up going on this 5 min rant about me,did not realize I was yelling, and I swore I saw the fear of God in hiseyes. But I was wrong! He then had the audacity to “invite me” (andhe said, I would like to invite you) into the posing room so I can tell him ifhe looked symmetrical! What the eff! Iended up telling him I would, and I would meet him in there when I was done withmy run. He jogged down the hall, andwhile he was in mid jog, he yelled out that he was going to sauna and oil up first … I finished my run, and went home. This guy reminded me of guy Ben Stiller played in the movie “Dodge Ball”.
The next day, I saw him again. I’ve never seen this guy before and now twodays in a row I am blessed with his company. He started yelling at me saying I was leadinghim on and that it was little girls like me that “turn women into slutty b*****s”and “I missed out”. I was actually savedfrom the situation by a professional wrestler who works(ed) out there from timeto time. I thought there was going to be a big old brawl. My hero cut the whole thing short by grabbingthe guy by the back of his neck, I mean he had inches of skin in his hand, andthrew him out of the back door for sexually harassing his daughter. He never came around again. :twak:
Anyway, that is my worst gym “pick up” story. And now I have a 12:00 Russian History classto teach. BYE!