Training Room

Tomred, via email: "Okay, so today I've been packing, and it's hot as hell. I woke up at 2pm in a puddle of sweat and I thought, okay, it's time to get up and get going. All afternoon, the training room (the non-corporate workout environment across the driveway) has been having a promotional event. I've been watching it out the window. So then I got to thinking, hmmm...Waterlily, there's a gym next door, so there must be hot boys in there. I couldn't have been more wrong. In 4 hours of watching what's been happening, it hit me. This isn't just a non-corporate, co-prosperous, trans-experiential, inter-disciplinary gym--it's also a LESBIAN gyneco-nasium! I thought I smelled fish on the air today. It wasn't just the trash, it was all the moist vaginas perspiring in spin class! There was not one UnderArmour-wearing gay boy in that whole place, just one big building full of sweaty Sapphic sisters! I'm going to return to packing, secure in the notion that moving to Little Israel really was the best choice for me."