Who’s That Lady?
I was in the weight room the other day when a woman wearing a neon yellow bra and tight Lulu Lemon stretch pants with a splash of color on top and nothing else walked by. She had killer abs and was one of those people who clearly took time to do her hair and makeup before going to the gym.
And I watched as every man in the weight room’s eyes slowly followed her as she walked by. And she walked slowly for their eyes to follow. And it was hilarious.
For a moment, I was the only one still lifting in the weight room.
So I took advantage of it and snagged one of the precious few flat benches available.
Thank you, lady, for being so hilariously distracting. And thank you, men, for being so predictable.