i joined a gym tonight. my darling fake boyfriend brandon took me to 'body star' (oh la la), a quite fancy gym (i somewhat prefer the serf, it is less intimidating) that i now belong to for three months. the only foreigner in a sea of koreans, i feel scared and nervous and perhaps would prefer to starve myself than to work out there.
the gym man asked my friend brandon if i worked out. i think the gym man believes that i have never worked out in my life. yes it has been a few months since a real hard workout, but i would beg to differ if someone said that i was a fat tub of lard. i am not retarded. i have been on exercise equipment before, albeit a few months ago. if only the gym man had been to america to witness how big foreigners really are.
i am a do it yourselfer. i do not like to be pestered. i hope that no helpful gym people deem it necessary to help me tomorrow. i prefer to be alone with my ipod whilst at the gym.
there are some pretty attractive korean men there, though. i never knew that korean men could have bulging biceps. none of my students do, at least that i can tell from their skin tight shirts. perhaps this is where all the attractive men are kept.
6 am tomorrow. i have a date with the body star. i hope it is quiet so i can make a fool of myself where none can see.
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