Fat Man. EW!

Tuesday night when I was running on the treadmill I saw a fat man spraying paper towels out of the corner of my eye. Then he started walking toward the back of the room...in a pretty gay fashion. He was holding the towels out in front of him with his hands out like a dog's paws when he is begging for a treat.

EW. I'm sorry. But anyone who acts gay like that repulses me. It makes me, I don't know. Weirded out. Anyway, he proceeds to get on the treadmill next to me. His second mistake.

Third and final NASTY EW: he was wearing some kind of floral perfume. Like, a WAY heavy grandma-smelling amount. I didn't want to leave my treadmill cause I had already been on mine for about ten minutes. Plus, I guess I didn't want him to think I was leaving on his account...which I totally would have been!

I spent a total of 45 minutes next to this gay, fat, perfumey man. UGH. I can't believe I endured his musk as long as I did. Needless to say, I will definitely keep my eye out for him in my next visits. It will NOT happen again. Camille has spoken.