“…the aerobics classes!” Scott finished enthusiastically.
Bryan stared at his friend as if he’d grown a third arm. “Scott! Straight guys in college do NOT go to aerobics classes.”
“Exactly, man! Think about it,” Scott urged. “That chick at the desk said there are trainers everywhere to explain their classes. Where better place to meet a smoking hot babe in a leotard without competition from other dudes? Hell, she’ll probably think I’m so sensitive and shit just for asking about her classes, she’ll blow me right there.”
Bryan thought this was a dubious plan at best, and just shook his head at his friend’s boundless optimism. Scott, however, was undeterred. “Fine, then, let’s split up. I’m going to find my trainer chick, and you can go chill with sweaty dudes by the weight machines.”
Bryan watched his friend jog away, and silently vowed that no matter what, he would not get stuck chilling with some rank weight-lifting dude. Bryan agreed with Scott that the whole leotard thing was pretty awesome, but quickly came up with something even better--girls in swimsuits. Preferably girls in wet swimsuits.
Grinning to himself, Bryan headed down the stairs toward the gym’s pool. The smell of chlorine assaulted his nose as he came out of the stairwell, and he heard distant cries reverberate down the hallway with that distinctive indoor pool echo. Unfortunately, the large double doors marked “TO POOL” refused to budge at Bryan’s tug, and a handwritten sign proclaimed, in large capital letters, “POOL CLOSED FOR PRIVATE EVENT. KEEP OUT.”
Frustrated, Bryan turned back to the stairwell, his thoughts racing. Visions of sweaty dudes working weight machines contrasted with hot chicks in bikinis splashing around in the pool, making him reluctant to give up. As he stood with the locked doors of the pool behind him and the stairwell in front, he was sure he could hear voices from down the hallway to his left. Another long hallway stretched off to his right, making Bryan wonder if there were other rooms on this floor that might be open.
Bryan was curious about the “private event” that had closed the pool, and wondered if those voices to his left could explain it to him. He also was tempted by the long hallway to the right and the chance to explore other rooms on the floor. And another voice in his head was urging him to give up on the pool entirely and head to a different floor of the gym. Maybe Scott had been right after all. |