Gym Virgin
The gym. What the hell is so great about a gym. Well, I was curious, hence I decided to ‘deflower’ myself at California Fitness - an upmarket gym at Mid Valley. I had a 7-day free trial.
Last night was my first experience. I was nervous at first. Thinking of how I would measure up to those walking chunks of meat. I approached the reception counter with a coy smile. She thought I was a member. So she was waiting for me to present my ID card. Lo and behold, I presented her a FREE voucher.
Later on, I was approached by one of their ‘qualified’ fitness instructor. I was asked a few health questions. And one of it was ‘ Which particular part of your body would you like to target.’ It was easy. My almost bulging belly. And he asked what do you think caused it. Without any doubt, I answered him by showing the universal drinking hand sign. To my amusement, he tried to control from bursting with laughter. Soon enough, he couldn’t help and started laughing like a 5-year old, while trying to politely control as much as he could. I burst out laughing too. To justify that he didn’t mean to offend me, he confessed to being a bladdy drinker too. And he beat me. He drinks every day. HAHAHHAHHAHHAHA….
So I was shown around. Damn, were there many gay guys huffing and puffing in their bloody body fitting singlets and almost non-breathable, micro pants. Damn, that was a sight NOT to behold…..
And just when I thought I was going to be intimidated by these muscular people, there comes along one fat fella. Thank you so much. You just gave me a shot of confidence. So I joined the crowd, huffing and puffing. Started of with the treadmill for 25 minutes. That really burst the dams of my sweat glands. Then moved on to those workout machines. I had to always adjust it to lighter weights, while I wondered how the hell these people get their super strengths. Spent about 1 hour plus, and headed straight for the shower.
Interesting it was. How strange. It was just like how everyone’s hearts go thumping before getting ‘deflowered’.
Last night was my first experience. I was nervous at first. Thinking of how I would measure up to those walking chunks of meat. I approached the reception counter with a coy smile. She thought I was a member. So she was waiting for me to present my ID card. Lo and behold, I presented her a FREE voucher.
Later on, I was approached by one of their ‘qualified’ fitness instructor. I was asked a few health questions. And one of it was ‘ Which particular part of your body would you like to target.’ It was easy. My almost bulging belly. And he asked what do you think caused it. Without any doubt, I answered him by showing the universal drinking hand sign. To my amusement, he tried to control from bursting with laughter. Soon enough, he couldn’t help and started laughing like a 5-year old, while trying to politely control as much as he could. I burst out laughing too. To justify that he didn’t mean to offend me, he confessed to being a bladdy drinker too. And he beat me. He drinks every day. HAHAHHAHHAHHAHA….
So I was shown around. Damn, were there many gay guys huffing and puffing in their bloody body fitting singlets and almost non-breathable, micro pants. Damn, that was a sight NOT to behold…..
And just when I thought I was going to be intimidated by these muscular people, there comes along one fat fella. Thank you so much. You just gave me a shot of confidence. So I joined the crowd, huffing and puffing. Started of with the treadmill for 25 minutes. That really burst the dams of my sweat glands. Then moved on to those workout machines. I had to always adjust it to lighter weights, while I wondered how the hell these people get their super strengths. Spent about 1 hour plus, and headed straight for the shower.
Interesting it was. How strange. It was just like how everyone’s hearts go thumping before getting ‘deflowered’.
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