At Your Gym
So there’s this girl at your gym.
Am I right?
Maybe she’s a regular at Sweat Yoga, maybe she’s a monster on the treadmill, maybe (--but hopefully not—) she routinely presses more than you. Either way, you’ve noticed her, and you’ve noticed the shorts she wears when she’s not noticing you.
Which is pretty much every time you work out.
You want to know what you can do about it.
Let’s face it, fellas; if you’re staring at her while she hits the elliptical, chances are every other testosterone and NO-fueled meathead in the club is too.
Chances are Dexter Jackson doesn’t work out at your gym.
Chances are somebody who looks just like Dexter Jackson does.
And if he can’t get this precious little thing’s attention, what chance do you have, right?
It’s all about tact; you need to have a plan; you need to stick to it.
First and foremost, you need to be aware that there are essentially two types of girls who work out at the club. The first type—and sorry, boys, this is the overwhelming majority—want absolutely nothing to do with you.
This is a problem, because these are the types of girls you want.
The second type—and you can spot them a mile away—may be a minority, but they make up for a lack in numbers with their overwhelming sense of…being overwhelming.
Call them gym-bunnies, call them easy, call them anything—but don’t call them. Because no matter how Diesel you think you are, there’s always somebody a little more Vin right around the corner, and you can bet your sorry ass they’ll be on to them by the time leg day rolls around.
So how do you separate yourself from all of the other available alpha males in your concrete jungle?
You try something so foreign, so alien--so unheard of—that she can’t help but be intrigued.
You be yourself.
Not the guy you think she wants. You have no idea what the hell she wants. You’re a man.
Not the guy with the biggest arms in the gym. Trust me; you’re not the guy with the biggest arms in the gym.
Not the guy who never does cardio, but hops on the stationary bike beside hers everytime she gets on. She knows you don’t do cardio. You look like you don’t do cardio.
No, the magic is in not being creepy; not hounding her by the smoothie bar, not trying to get her attention by lifting something you have no business lifting. (She can tell.)
The truth is, there is not set rule on where or when to make your move (—although when she’s grunting through a set of shoulders may not be the best time--) just that if you do, for God’s sake, be respectful.