its a numbers game

While I was at the gym this evening I noticed an average looking man in a bright orange tank top working the room.  He was not attractive in the sense that he would catch the eye, he did not sound exceptionally bright, and he was balding.  What he did have is buckets full of charm and confidence.  He worked the room as easily as a player would with all the good looks in the world.  This average joe went from lady to lady sort of trying to strike up conversation and failing where he might but never letting it get him down.  When he reached a couple of foreign people he hit pay dirt.  I could tell that he was going to get some numbers here, the girls were younger but were more than willing to pass on their phone numbers.  I watched the whole mating ritual unravel before me in awe.

These types of gyms are usually full of guys that are so full of themselves that I wonder how they couple possibly ever make it in a relationship.  The majority of the patrons that frequent this LA Fitness are men that are in extremely good shape and from what I have seen in the parking lot drive very nice cars.  I know there are a lot of gay men here but they are not the majority and the straight ones descend upon new girls like vultures as soon as they enter the work out area.  That being said, its easy to understand that a girl has got to take care to be ready for the advances and let these players know that you are not getting any of this.

I am not sure how very attractive women put up with all the attention from males, I think that every guy that thinks the world owes him a babe is going to be trying to work some angle anywhere he can.  There are days when I am glad I am not drop dead gorgeous because I think the attention would get very annoying very quickly.  I think that being average suits me very well, I know that dates are not nearly as easy to get but if I wanted sex I am sure I could walk into any one of these Arizona bars and a slime ball would slither over and try for it.

I guess that is my two cents on what it really takes to find the wrong kind of love in a bar.