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Picking up more than weights

Getting picked up at the gym. Oh joy.

I recently had a conversation with my trainer about how I react to being hit on at the gym. The first words out of my mouth were that I just avoid making eye contact at all costs. And yet somehow even that is never enough… some guys know what they want and nothing is going to stop them. Which is great, when it’s the right guy… and lets be real, it’s not usually “the right guy.” Granted, as much as I try to avoid it, these situations make for some great stories! So without further ado, here is the story of the day I learned to avoid eye contact:

I had been to the dentist earlier that morning to have a cavity filled and they had some issues getting my mouth to freeze, so they kept injecting and injecting and injecting. Until the entire left side of my face was frozen. I lost the ability to smile as well as the use of my left eyelid. The dental hygienist told me that if I got my heart rate up, the freezing would leave my system more quickly. Since I had my gym clothes with me, I got in my car and trucked off to the gym. I was on the stationary bike when I noticed a guy on the weight room floor, uh …winking at me? I looked over again a few minutes later and realized he was definitely winking away. Then it hit me. My frozen face had turned my blinking into winking. He thought that I had been winking at him that whole time!!! Poor guy!

How do you feel about being hit on at the gym? Is it flattering or tiring? Have any funny stories?

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About esmemerrie

I am a 23 year old, newly graduated with a BscN. I am passionate about change. In myself or in others, I believe that there is always room for improvement and I never want to become complacent. Even still, there is nothing more valuable then celebrating, finding delight in even the simplest moments, the smallest accomplishments. I never have enough time for my hobbies, whether it's sports/working out, reading, cooking, volunteering, thrifting, playing piano, singing or hanging out with my family and friends I sometimes find it hard to fit it all in. But really, who doesn't? At the end of the day, I want to be the type of woman, Christian, friend, nurse, athlete, cook... the type of person who never settles and always inspires those around her. I want to be real, honest and faithful. Be the person that leaves them wishing.

8 responses »

  1. Haha great post! I actually do not go to the gym much! I swim alot so not much eye contact there….:)

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  2. I used to HATE getting hit on at the gym. I even paid big bucks to go to an all-women’s gym for a few years, just to be left alone.
    Now I’m 40 and have four kids. If a guy looks at me, he’s generally thinking, “can you move? I’m trying to look at that hot woman over there.”
    This bothers me less than I would have expected.

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  3. This story is hilarious! I try to be friendly at the gym because I like the community-feel, but some dudes are definitely there to find a date for Friday night 🙂

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    • Sometimes I struggle with that! I love meeting new people and most of my good friends aren’t passionate about fitness, so it would be worth my while to be friendlier… but I get distracted easily. I wonder if my workouts would suffer because I’d end up talking more than working.

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  4. What a funny story. I feel for you. Me and the dentist…are not friends. At the gym, I feel like I look so horrible (sweaty, no make-up, tired…) that if someone hits on me, they are probably deranged… ha!

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  5. ahaha! I always took it as a compliment, I mean if they’re hitting on you when you’re greasy and red-faced, then you must realllly have it going on! 😉

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