Gaggle of Gays

There's one in every gym - the gaggle of gays. Tonight, I spotted the flock around 7 as they one-by-one gathered in the weight room. With a jovial spirit, they swarmed the corner chatting about everyone and everything in sight. One made his way over to my weight station - but never initiated conversation. Not that I care. I made friends with those girls in Paris. And after a few months of trying to keep up, I realized they're in a different world than me.

If anything, it gives me something to look at should I chose to return in the P.M. The crowd was, overall, good looking. But because that requires me to adjust my schedule to not be home at night, I'd say it's unlikely. There's TV to watch.