April 30, 2003
I woke up late this morning and realized that if I took the time to shower I would be late for my step aerobics class. Since this one is taught by the really cute gayest step aerobics instructor ever, I didn't want to miss it, so I figured, what the hell, I'll just shower after class.
Unfortunately, since the walls of the step aerobics classroom are covered with mirrors, it became immediately and painfully apparent to me the second I walked into the room that, unshowered, I looked like a deathly ill heroin addict. I don't know why this should have bothered me, given that every week he sees me grimacing and sweating as I clomp around gracelessly on my step. But it was all I could do not to run from the room, claiming appendicitis.
But then after class I flirted with him in the steam room, so it all turned out okay.
Posted by Faustus, MD at 11:23 PM
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1) Makky said (on 05/ 1/03 at 01:22 PM):
Flirting in the steam room...nice work my friend...
2) D.R. said (on 05/ 1/03 at 05:34 PM):
It was indeed masterfully done. The aerobics instructor was rather blatantly strutting his stuff. But he is, without question, not a top.
3) AnnieEM said (on 05/ 1/03 at 06:55 PM):
Did you see his spirit stick?
4) jonathan Lamb said (on 05/ 1/03 at 08:09 PM):
Man, I once flirted with a girl in the steam room, but she went and told her dad.
5) Jon said (on 05/ 2/03 at 02:17 AM):
Apparantly, Mr. Instructor goes for that deathly ill heroin addict look. Congrats :)
6) Velma Biggers said (on 08/ 3/03 at 02:25 AM):
For some reason whenever you type "step aerobics", my mind replaces it with "band camp". Very disturbing.
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