So I head into the gym, wearing a PUMA track suit. First I check out the weights section. Typical. Bunch of shaggy haired Ashton Kutcher look alikes doing some chest and bi’s, hoping to get that beach body for Cancun. Pathetic. One guy got a SPOT for benching 135x1. Amazing. I was going to head over and load up 315 and rep it for 12, but I had bigger fish to fry.
On to the cardio area. There’s 16 treadmills. About 10 were occupied; 7 by HOT college girls, 2 by mediocre girls, and 1 fatty. Oh yeah, and like 3 fat guys. I do some stretching in front of the machines before removing my tearaway pants and jacket. Underneath is a pair of green shorts and a beater. I notice the ladies eyes shifting towards me as I pile on a treadmill. I put on my IPOD, but do not listen to music. (This is a trick of mine; whenever I work out I put my IPOD on because I don’t like to be bothered, but I never play music - I like to listen people compliment me when they don’t think I can hear them). “Look at the veins in his arms!” and “Check out those legs… Damn!” were two of the better comments. I ran for 30 minutes and got off, walked to the front of the treadmills and did some stretching. Then I made my move. Lifting up my beater to wipe the sweat off my face, I gave the ladies a shot of the goods. I heard one girl even say “Vicki, Look! LOOK at that!”. Then I hear a loud BOOM. One girl had fallen OFF her treadmill (Whether it was because of seeing my body or not I’m unsure, but I’m willing to bet that was the cause). She hit her face on the belt and had a bloody nose. I got the fuck out of there.
I was heading back to my car, satisfied that I had planted the seed for future hookups when I hear some footsteps behind me. “Um… Sir” I turn around and see a sexy 5’5” blonde with some nice ta-tas.
Me: Yes?
Hot girl: I saw your body in there, and umm… I was wondering if I could get some advice? I’m headed to South Padre Island for Spring Break and I really want to look good
Me: Step into my office baby, and we’ll see what we can do. <I unlock the doors to my BMW and she climbs in>
HG: Wow, this is a really nice car.
Me: Yeah, it's all right. I auctioned off my Porsche and gave the profit to the tsunami relief fund. I miss that car.
HG: That is so sweet! Oh my god... Are you crying?
Me: <Trying to cry fake tears> Yeah well, it's just so awful what happened to those people. <Note: I’ve never donated a PENNY to charity, nor have I owned a porsche>
Me: But we were talking about you. Why don’t you take off that shirt so I can see what we’re working with. <I thought it would be difficult to talk her into this, but she never hesitated. I surveyed her body saying “Mmm, hmmm” and “Okay”>
Me: You’re gonna have to take off those pants. I NEED to get a good overall look at you.
HG: Is that really necessary?
Me: Off with the pants, sweetie. <She takes off her pants, and I notice that “HOTTIE” is printed across her ass. At this point, I know I’m getting some. Girls that wear pants that say, “HOTTIE”, “ANGEL” or “BABY” are HUGE whores.>

Me: Well, I’ll tell ya what. I’ll give you my ab routine free of charge.
HG: Really? You’d do that for me?
Me: Yeah I’ll just email it to you.
HG: That’s so nice of you. How could I ever repay you?
Me: <Surveying her body> I can think of one way <I point towards my one-eyed semen demon and she goes down>
This girl was a Hoover fuckin’ vaccum. Obviously a sorority girl, she stops after 25 minutes and says “How long is this gonna take?” (I had slammed my girlfriend at about 4PM so I wasn’t blowing any time soon).
Me: You want the fuckin’ ab routine or not? <She goes back to doing her job, and about 45 minutes later she gets a thick serving of protein down her throat>
Me: All right. I’m out. <I throw her pants and shirt outside the car. She starts getting dressed>
HG: Email me that routine, Okay?
Me: Sure.
HG: When are we gonna hang out again?
Me: Ummm…
HG: Come on, give me your number.
Me: <Putting on my aviator sunglasses> Look baby, you don’t wanna get messed up with me. I’m an outlaw. A rebel.
HG: But, i dont even know your name and--
With that, I peel out into the night. All in a day’s work. All in a day's work.