Curves

In the category of things I have no business commenting on...

CURVES

I just was walking down the street near my office and saw a plain looking woman, a bit heavyset, walking around the building where Curves is and looking around. Then I saw her slip in quickly. Like a cat burglar.

Before the doors shut behind her, I saw what the inside of a Curves looks like. Usually, I walk by and see the blacked out windows and think that maybe it's an incubator for vampires. Or some weird sex club. It just seemed like a front to me. But in the three second quick peek I got, I saw what it was really a cover for.

I think Curves is an adult day care. I saw a bulletin board with C-U-R-V-E-S cut out in block letters. The bulletin board was lined in construction paper. And there was a hula hoop. I might have even seen a gold star or two. I'm sure there were machines in there and working out was happening. I'm certain of it. But...it really did look strange from the outside. And the door quickly shut behind me, because no one wants me to know what's really going on inside.

It really does illustrate the difference between the gyms that are frequented by gay dudes and the gyms that are frequented by straight ladies. In my gym, everything's open. There are lots of windows and lots of dudes showing off their junk, freeballing in loose gym shorts. The shower curtains are open. And so are their mouths, with loud grunts - male mating calls to let you know that they are working hard and have no problem vocalizing the combination of pleasure and pain.

File that under: Information That Will Be Useful Later.

Women keep it all bottled up inside, secretly working out in coverted office space. Gays need the asthetics - the skylights, the high ceilings, the Aveda products and low lit steam rooms. Interesting.

File that Under: Reasons I'm Glad I'm a Gay Dude.