I was at the gym after work. Some A-hole left 360lbs on the leg press - all in 45lb plates, so I was taking some off when a black dude in a wife beater rushed up behind me calling me 'home girl'. He asked if I needed a hand; if I understood how to use the leg press. I was a bit insulted, but then I realized this is a guy's way of picking up chicks - offering to help. I said no, but thank you for offering and he smiled big and left.
After leg press is squats then deadlifts (obviously, it was leg day!). As I was taking a quick rest between my deadlift set, he showed up again, but spooked me this time. He referred to me as 'home girl' again and asked if I was doing OK. I said yes and he went over to the bench press.
No idea who this guy is. But thought it was nice of him to check up on me, despite whatever motive he had. So when I was done my sets and finished stretching, I walked over, poked him on the shoulder and said thanks.
We introduced ourselves and he looked at me quizzically then asked if I went to school in Montreal.
Yes I did.
Did I go to 'insert name here' elementary school.
Yes I did.
Oh my God. Oh my GOD! And we both spit out each other's last names.
The last time I saw Ashton Bishop was when I was 9 years old. We used to play in the snow together. I had the hugest crush on him. And I found out he had the hugest crush on me too. Hilariously bizarre.
We went out for drinks later that night and had a hilarious time catching up. Apparently he is some big rapper now (@TheKidFamous on Twitter).
Here's one of his videos...
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