I waited until the weather was particularly frightful to begin my two month Groupon for Princeton Club. I went this morning for my first time, wearing polka dot leggings and a cut up old Def Leppard Hysteria t-shirt. I was running on the treadmill when an attractive older man approached me and told me he liked my shirt. I thanked him and he showed me that his watch was "Swatch" brand. As he walked away he said over his shoulder, "Old things aren't necessarily bad things." I laughed and said, "Yeah! The 80s!"
He came back again and this is when I began to notice that my plan to pick up men at the gym was flawed. I was running, though only 5 miles per hour, and my shit was flopping all around and he was just talking and talking. He told me he was born in '71 and then gave me a background of most of Def Leppard's discography. All the while my face is bright red from 35 minutes of cardio. He didn't seem to mind, though, and I have now concluded that any man who finds me attractive in that state is probably pretty cool.
I would totally go on a date with that guy.
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