You know that scene in cheesy 80’s movies where the geeky girl is watching the football hunk come through a set of doors with what literally looks like the light of God behind him? Well, that was me fast forward 10 years – with better skin, hair and hopefully a tad smarter after a college degree.
I may not have been in the halls of high school but rather at the gym where the aforementioned 80’s hunk goes to maintain his youthful luster. My reasons for my gym membership are several fold – maintaining somewhat of a physique when I have a sit-all-day desk job (caveat: which I love!) and somehow trying to return my body to its 19 year old glory. Pictures of which still hang in my apartment to remind me that it may never be that good again – crap, I’m getting old. Then the last and final reason and ladies I know you’re with me on this, to admire from time to time the man candy that happens to be in the same vicinity.
Well for all intensive purposes I decided a week ago that it was time to take matters into my own hands when it came to asking out my “80’s hunk” who had in the recent months became my gym/weekend texting buddy. It’s been about three months of me using five pound weights and many 3 mile runs later that have brought us together like bad lab partners in the 11th grade. Conversation went from, “Are you using this bosu ball?”(groundbreaking…) to us sitting on the sit-up mats talking about his strenuous workouts and our weekends past. Thank god for progress – otherwise I would resort to the ditzy, “Can you help me with this machine line?” – which I can’t imagine any self-respecting girl would ever want to say to a man – ever!
So a few nights ago I got up the courage to ask the Adonis out! I thought it was best to make small talk – wait until after a four mile run, where I am not only drenched in sweat but have a days worth of make-up running down my face and my hair in its blonde, frizzy ponytail – to make my ever so casual “let’s grab drinks” move. As my treadmill hit the 4.0 mile mark I just about fell off the machine psyching myself out to ask a simple question. Mind you I’m in the south where I thought chivalry wasn’t dead and a man asking out a woman was an exception to this whole female equality thing. Call me old fashioned.
So taking one last breath while “generously” wiping off the machine with a damp towel I made my way toward his elliptical. I figured there was no way he was getting away from me – these being stationary machines and all. So in true female flirtation form, after a few casual questions, I brushed my hair to the side of my face and asked, “We’ll if you’re around this week we should do something – like grab drinks or dinner after a workout or whatever…” no joke, verbatim.
I guess you could say that like those 80’s movies where they write the scene where Mollie Ringwald gets into the back of the hot bad boy’s muscle car and drive off into the sunset have some validity – since the response I got was, “Ya that sounds great! Are you going to be here Wednesday? We can do something after our workout.” No joke, verbatim.
So I guess the moral of the story – don’t rule out the Adonis ladies. Maybe a push in the right direction if you both know “the mood is right” is all the guy needs. Seemed to work out for me and who knows he may be impressed by your gumption.