Okay.. so I have been trying to go to the gym like the good dedicated woman I am.. and yes I must say I have been doing well. The reason is that I need to get back to my prime weight of 13..lbs. I feel like right now is the time.. so I did my civil duty of obtaining a membership to you guessed it 24hr Fitness, why not its 24hr you can beat that with a bat!!(that was a chezzy term). Well lets just say your girl goes to the gym to work out.. and nothing more. I mean I don't go to the gym matchy matchy like some of the women, I mean some of these ladies look like they step off a photo shoot and decided to lets just say work out????? Not sure about the working out part but the stylin and profiling is on point.
Case and point!!! I finished working out and was headed out the door.. I proceed to go to my car and usual and ya know get there quickly, because ya know sweaty not cute. I get to my car and this weirdo comes up to me and says "hey how are ya" good spooky guy, by this time my guard is up to either A: kick his ass or B: wax that ass. So I know the rules don't make crazy people mad.. he then proceeds to say "umm you looking for a personal trainer" umm NO weird short too much cologne guy. He then is stumbling because at this point I know he is trying to holla. I'm just blown away.. at the effort and just the awkwardness. He's like "oh I'm from Miami.. so where is the party at?" you from here? Umm I don't know where the party's at but its not here.. and yeah I'm from a little part of town called HYPHY !! So he's like oh where are you headed.. umm home to my husband and our five kids.. his eyes buck out and he says "oh your married with kids wow.. uuuhhh you have a good one and yeah nice talking to you.
OMG... only in Oakland, Cali can you get a Miami pimp fully dressed to what he calls the nine and still trying to holla.. and guess what he needed to be in the gym more than me..someone save me from all the comedy.. until nxt blog.
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