I’m doing chest press, at the gym today, and one of the guys who’s gotten mentions on my blog already (Camisole Man-see here), comes and sits on the bench next to me, facing me. No weights. Just sitting there, staring at me. He watched me do 3 full sets from 2 feet away. It was rather awkward and creepy.

I thought maybe I’m just full of myself and he’s waiting for something. Nope, then moves to sit on the same bench as me….Uhm….I’m pretty sure this is huge on the gym ettiquette don’t list. He says “I was just wondering what a guy had to do to get your number.” Shit.

Here’s my current conversation in my head about this. I love getting asked out, it’s a total boost to the ego. I think that 90% of the men who ask me out probably do the same to 40 other girls in a day. They’re just going for numbers. The other 10% however are the keepers. They are the ones who gather up all the courage they possibly can to ask me for a coffee. The thing of it is…I can’t tell which is which, and my natural reflex is to shoot them down. So I shot this guy down.

He gave me his number anyway.

So now, despite my first impressions of him, which are not good (he inspired rule #1 in my Gym Ettiquette post), I feel bad for turning him down. Then again…he wears a camisole.