Damian
"You like that? Huh, you like that?"
"I asked yo’ mama that last night. Know what she said?"
God. I roll my eyes at the playful but irritating banter. Men- why are we so embarrassing?
The very lean man bobbed and ducked out as his out-of-shape-looking opponent steps forward with a punch. They were in the boxing ring and apparently having a discussion about their mothers. Both men were covered in sweat and bruises.
I shake my head, walking past them to the thread mill only because it’s nearest to me and I hop on looking for the power button.
It wants what? I gawk at the machine. My weight? I didn't know my f*cking weight. Speed? My age? What in actual f*ck? Never in my life have I ever been in a gym. A thread mill asking me for my body mass. Huh. I always sort of figured it was
