Jenna’s Blog: The Gym Meat Market
Jenna’s Blog: The Gym Meat Market

Well it’s official. I’m the huge gym bitch. I love working out but I don’t know when the gym turned into the “I’m totally desperate nightclub”. Headphones are a symbol for “Don’t talk to me because I’m in the zone and don’t want to be bothered.” I often put my headphones in even when my ipod is dead just so the creepers don’t try anything. I know this sounds narcissistic writing this, like oh all these dudes just won’t leave me alone. Not the case. I was working out with a girlfriend yesterday and some dude was hitting on her and she tried blowing him off, then he came up to me and made the headphone removal motion and was proceeded to quiz me on his name. FOUL. Such a chick thing to do. “What’s my name?” That’s putting everyone in a lose-lose situation.

If I don’t remember, I’m a huge asshole and even if I do, then I’m uncomfortable and it’s weird that you asked. When the dude approached for the 3rd time and told my friend I needed to get a better sense of humor, I admit, I lost it a little. I turned to him and said, “Look, I don’t even know you and you’re quizzing me on your name and insulting me to be funny. Little intense bro. Honestly, I go to the gym to workout”. Too strong, I know. Very bitchy and I feel kinda bad, but really I am truly at the gym just to exercise. He wasn’t phased, he sought out my friend-AGAIN-despite the fact that she had headphones in and said, “So…what do you do for fun? I’m assuming you do have fun right?” In true bitchy gym fashion, she responded, “Umm yes I do have fun, but right now I’m in the gym to work out.” Love her for that. Stay strong.

Just as her and I gave up on this gym-turned-meat market, one of our guy friends who was there working out and who we actually don’t mind talking to, approached us and said, “What is with this place? Some dude keeps hitting on me, telling me I look good and asking me to go to a yoga class with him later tonight.” lol. My friend definitely looks straight, but that doesn’t stop the dudes from perusing the trim anyways. The only thing missing from the gym is a bartender-which could definitely make for some bad decisions. But wait, as we were leaving we heart sweet tunes, saw a DJ, a sushi bar and oh yes, lots of vodka. You don’t even have to leave the gym to mingle now. But mid-week booze isn’t good for the summer bod so my girlfriend I and I got outta there and went to dinner and definitely didn’t get hit on even once