The rec center is finally open again, which means I can get back to being the meaty, supple stallion I was before quarantine.
On my first day back, I walked over to my spot, and that’s when I saw her. Emily from macro. At first, I wasn’t sure it was her because Zoom Emily doesn’t have legs. But the brown hair gave her away.
She was set up across the room, so I winked at her while I was mid-squat. My ass looked pristine. I thought she saw me, but some old dude winked back at me instead. Still worth it.
20 minutes later, when she still hadn’t noticed me, I pulled her aside and asked her how to use one of the machines. It had this moving belt and bars on the side with a bunch of buttons on it.
“Can you show me how to use this thing?” I asked.
“It’s a treadmill, dumbass.”
She definitely wants me.
A little while later, I walked over to her while she was doing the bench press.
“Hey, do you need a spotter?” I asked, leaning against the bar.
Before she could say “yes daddy,” someone on the rec center staff tackled me to the ground for “not social distancing”. Another guy in a Hazmat suit ran in and hosed me down. I won’t say I liked it, but I didn’t hate it either.