This is an article that was written in my school's newspaper, about a guy (who i know and fits the description in this article). Its a bit of a read but it is quite amusing and did stir quite a bit of emotion in me, which i will use to deadlift tomorrow
Written by Angela, Contributor
Wednesday, 08 March 2006
"Arghhhhhhhh, gahhhhhh, yessssssss."
He is moaning, grunting and finally reveling in his success. His hair and body are drenched in sweat, everyone around him staring in awe. But you're not on set of a steamy adult movie, nor are you watching a guy help his buddies move a refrigerator into their new place. What you see and hear is one of the spectacles at the Tait McKenzie Centre (TMC) that I cannot be silent about any longer.
Unlike many people, I do not use my gym time to make some time saving calls or to check out the York hotties. For me, TMC is where I can get a free workout in the comfort of being on campus. I love the rush I get after I work out and have a feeling of self-accomplishment. But sometimes in the process of doing so, I am distracted by certain people. We all know who I am talking about: the disgruntled, oversized jock that uses the gym as an ego booster.
Not only does he make a grand entrance, he also does not hide the fact that he uses every mirror in the gym to check out a new bulge. He lifts weights that he clearly cannot handle (or maybe he can and just thinks that making a scene of it will show the world his superhuman powers. Not only does he annoy the people around him who are trying to focus on their own training, but he creates rage in a usually happy and laid-back individual.
The scene: I am on the Stairmaster one day having an invigorating workout and mentally organizing things I have to do for the day when, all of a sudden, I hear a loud bang and am interrupted. I look over, and see a grinning ape in the process of proving his masculinity to the world. I give him a deadly glare hoping to signal to him that he is not impressing anyone; especially not me. This continues each time he fails and each time I look over to express my annoyance. I try to finish my workout without causing a scene, because no one needs to see another pathetic excuse for attention. As I walk by a short time later, he smiles at me and says hello. I walk right by icily, and I am clearly not pleased.
The point of my long-winded story is this: There is a widespread myth that girls like guys with muscles, who have high confidence and are in good shape. Personally, I do not like this type of guy nor am I impressed by his overzealous attempts to prove his manliness.
If you are so insecure that you have to make a spectacle of yourself to prove your masculinity, then just date a mirror. I would rather date a guy with a little extra fat than a baboon any day.
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