In the dismal landscape that is my new gym, there is not much to look at. Partly because it's pretty much always empty, but otherwise there are only 40-something construction workers, 16-year old girls or 40-something sweaty past-the-best-before-date weightlifters in the Man Section.
But.
There is a guy in the reception. He's sort of cute. No, he's pretty. Pretty to look at, but seems either zombie-like or just not very interested in customers.
Beggars can't be choosers so I'm settling with him for now. Where's MJ when you need him?
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