myself believe
Jan 7th, 2010 by charlotte
Fireflies / Owl City
i go to the gym quite regularly and recently beth and kevin have been joining me. at the check-in desk beth ALWAYS gets hit on, which is to be expected. we go our separate ways teasing kevin that he will be next, and then beth sets up shop in a largely girl area of the gym so she doesn’t really get bothered much.
i don’t usually speak to anyone unless someone i know happens to be at the gym and people generally don’t approach me unless they know me. and i don’t usually get hit on anywhere much less the gym but the last few months have been pretty ridiculous.
the guy on the machine next to me a few weeks ago actually had a long conversation about Twilight with me while we were running. He was getting pretty winded and kept having to roll his eyes to prove he was TRULY JOKING about the gay jokes but he wasn’t giving up.
and then there was the guy with the boise state shirt, who really wanted to drive it home how MUCH he hates BYU. and how single he was. and how he had a job and didn’t live with his parents. i know they SHOULD hand out awards for all these things – but i’m not the one handing them out.
or the guy who wanted to know what kind of books i liked. he kept talking about these great gifts he was going to be getting for his sister and he wanted to get her a nice book. that conversation led to what my plans were for christmas. i don’t know about you but when i go to the gym i’m not looking for a friendly chat. i’m trying to get as close to dying without actually doing it… and then not die.
also? i’ve seen myself in the mirrors all over that place, are these guys blind? desperate? both?
it’s the ring, i swear to GOD it is some kind of strange weird boy magnet.