We keep running into each other here! You're always here at the same time as me, using the same machines, doing your cool-down by my side. 6/6 days this week. What a strange coincidence.
Don't play dumb. You armpit freaks are so obvious. There are mirrors everywhere, moron. I see you sucking in air whenever you're near me. You're no better than a dog, I bet you'd love to press your nose against my sweaty pits and learn my scent.
Free huff time is over.
Either I report you, or you add me to your gym membership. Put my boyfriend on your account and you can lap up my pheromones in the parking lot.
Maybe.
Monday: Slick with sweat Tuesday: Soaked through my sports bra Wednesday: You can practically taste my scent Thursday: Why am I wearing a shirt!? It makes it so hard to see... Friday: I'm on to you, pervert Saturday: Another coincidence, you pay for both of our gym memberships!
