We were at the gym when our eyes met. I smiled, but only because she smiled at me first. From what I could tell it was her first time at the gym, though everything about her body says otherwise. You know those people you see at the gym with bodies that look like a gym isn't necessary? That's good genes. Ah, but to want what you don't have...
There she was lifting weights, assisted by her (I'm assuming jewish because the tattoo on his right upper arm was Hebrew letters encircling a wireframe sphere design) boyfriend's friend, not knowing that the friend is helping her lift the weights, albeit slowly. Still, a little push goes a long way. In the end this leaves her with no real workout, and leaving him w/ the opportunity to look down his friend's girlfriend's artificial cleavage. Not that I'm complaining...
Boyfriend's friend also talks a lot whils assisting. Imagine the whirring sound produced by robot arms tranlated to speech. All right, slowly now. That's it. Doing good. Watch your elbows, watch your elbows. Doing good. Great. Little push, little push. For a gym instructor this guy make a good midwife.
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