People of the Gym: Part 2

Remember our dear Jim? I saw him last week at the gym and remembered my mission in life. And then ran out the door giggling and making the there he is face at Justin who is reeeeeealllllly bad at secret talk like that. He was all, WHO? WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? So discreet, that guy.

My new favorite gym treasure turned out to be a unicorn. I only saw him once and I'm not sure I will ever get over it. Guys, he was my imaginary best friend. I wanted so badly to do Zumba with him and compare hip measurements and weight loss secrets even though I only saw him for a brief but meaningful 32 seconds of my life.

We shall call him Meev — a combination of Max & Nev. Meev was the ultimate gym hipster — gypster (I'm not sure that isn't racist but I was on a kick of combining things...). What was he wearing you ask? Perfection. Short, SHORT gym shorts, probably from American Apparel nonetheless, to show off his slender legs, a thin v-neck t-shirt for optimal ventilation, and a cardigan. What? YES. A freaking sweater. To the gym. Because Meev doesn't follow standard conventions, you guys. Meev does what Meev wants.

As I was running on the treadmill and spotted this hipster angel sent from above, I immediately looked around to see if anyone else noticed him. Justin was in front of me so I couldn't get his attention but that was fine because he would've been all WHAT SWEATER WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. No one, not even the elderly asian woman in newspaper-ish print leggings and also gloves noticed this rare treasure. No one even blinked. And then I wondered if I was the one that was in the wrong because why am I not dressed in something special for my workout?

Like this. This is my new gym outfit. WITH FLAIR.

Meev was going to a class, but because the goddamned schedule on the wall was out of date I didn't know which class it was or how I could stalk him down in the future. In my mind it was Zumba or bellydancing. And that he was the instructor. Because life doesn't get more perfect than that.