I went to the gym today looking for the Interlopers. Permatan was there snapping her gum (who chews gum while they're working out?) with her saggy flesh mate. SFM got out two steps, two sets of weights, two mats. I wanted to ask if she was setting up for everybody, as some of you may recall I wrote about in a previous post. But I chickened out. Anyway, being at the back gave me the vantage point of looking at Permatan's bum as she stuck it waaayyyy out doing squats. So not pretty. Permatan must be my age at least and wears pale pink lipstick. So not a good look.
Did I go in front? Did I hell! My back is killing me and for some strange reason I thought going to the gym would be just the thing. It is just the thing -- for doing my back in even more. I took half a Valium last night hoping that would relax the muscles. It relaxed me to the point I got up half an hour late. My daughter was NOT happy with me.
Lawrence the Lothario was at the gym as well. He is a gentleman (?) well into his sixties whom I used to talk to on occasion. I stopped when Lawrence started invading my personal space while I was using one of the weight machines and making suggestive comments. I think he thought I must be one of those lonely weekly widows who goes to the gym to pick up sixty-something men. If I were to pick up anyone, it would be the well-muscled, handsome personal trainer. He's a bit like David Beckham though -- the magic goes the moment he opens his mouth.
When my husband first start working away, my friends made a big deal about how I would have the opportunity to have an affair now. Except I haven't found anyone I'd want to have an affair with. If I were attracted to 60- and 70-year-old men, I'd be in clover because there's a lot of them around here. But sadly I'm not. And I realise now that some of the men I find attractive could be my sons! So I'm sticking with hubby. Extramarital affairs are just too much hassle. I'm all for an easy life.