Hello dear dear fellow bloggers.
I thought I would tell you about a encounter I had at the gym. I think this was the FUNNIEST thing I have seen for at least a week, maybe longer. I am often amazed at entertainment value of the male member of the sex. But what is it I hear you gasp, what is it that left luckystar more mesmerised than an episode of eastenders, something funnier than Alister Darling's economic forcasts.....surely not!!!! Well I shall share with you dear bloggers.
Picture the scene. A small yet posh gym, medicine balls and weights covering everywall that wasn't mirrored. I was stepping away on the cross trainer conteplating the looks of jealously my sisters will give me at christmas when they see my (hopefully by then) new amazingly toned ass. I was the only girl in the gym whilst three other mildly hot lads worked out (one of who I was eyeing up slightly). Macho Guy (Not the guy I was eyeing up I will point up) walked over to one of the weight machines, the one you sit on and push with your legs. He spent about twenty minutes adjusting the seat, the weights etc. All this I could see in the mirror because he was directly behind me. After FINALLY sitting down he started to push and made the most INCREDIBLE NOISES dear bloggers.
EEEEERRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH he heaved
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKK He pushed
ARGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH One more.......
The sound filled the room with its symphonic range of vowel sounds! I was trying to keep a straight face I really was, even though I had my back to him, I was aware he could see the smirk that had spread across my red visage. Unlike most men it did not seem to hamper his performance, either that or he was just too 'in the zone' to notice.
He even did that silly stretch mouth breathing as he panted. He managed about five pushes before putting his legs down and putting his hands on his knees and shaking his head.
He tried again
ERRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Just two this time before once again panting and a full stretch session to get out any pesky lactic acid.

After my little cross trainer session I decided to follow him onto the machine. I was stunned. After all he was quite a muscly guy. I thought by his screams he was lifting the heavens on his legs, I thought he was atlas, I thought he was heracules. Hell, at least the guy could take me. When I walked over to said machine I was WRONG. Turns out he in fact was a big pansy.
He had been lifting 30kg. All that noise for 30kg. Which may sound like a lot but not for your legs, not when me a GIRL, not a very butch or strong girl normally does 50kg on the same machine without making such a drama out of it.
Am wondering if said performance was for my benefit or the other lads in gym. Men do bemuse and confound me at times.