Joining a gym: the good, the bad, and the ugly

I joined a gym last Friday. It's probably the smartest thing I've done since I got this new job (or maybe since I moved to California). Instead of sitting in traffic for an extra two hours today, I worked out (a little) and sat in the hot tub (a lot). LA Fitness is an interesting place. Here is the good, the bad, and the ugly:

The good: I met an extremely handsome guy when swimming laps. We shared a lane. It was great. Afterwards I was whining about not having a towel and dramatically telling him how Mizzou Rec always had towels and that I was spoiled there, and how I was lucky that I packed several outfits and that I'd just use my shirt to dry off etc, etc. He offered me his towel, and I told him, "we aren't that close yet". To which he responded, "Is it because it touched my almost naked body?." Yes, yes it was. He was funny (and attractive) though, so I used it. No big deal. (Did I mention that he was really cute? REALLY cute.)

The bad: The bad (besides not having towels) and the ugly both have to do with my tour guide/sales guy that was trying to tell me why LA Fitness "is the gym for me". In his pitch, he said something like, "you will find that working out will make you feel better and look better. It will also make you more confident." I bit my tongue. That may work on some people, but do I seem insecure? Heeeeccccckkk no. If anything, I'm overconfident.

The ugly: Also in this conversation, he asked, "What does your boyfriend think of you joining?". I said something like, "Don't have to worry about that. No boyfriend. " He replied, "It won't be long, girl, if you know what I'm sayin'!",  and then held his hand up for a high five, which I reluctantly received.  These are the times it would be funny if I was a lesbian. Too bad I like dudes and just seemed lame.

Overall my experience has been great,though. This gym just needs to hire a new salesman. . . and maybe get some towels. I am looking forward to getting in shape. I'm already a month in to swimsuit season, and spend entirely too much time at the beach to look flabby. Flabby is such an awful word. Anyone agree? From now on, lets just call it fluff. I am a little too "fluffy" for my bikini. Better? Maybe not.

Confidently single (take that!),
LH