So I joined a gym in Spain and all the machines and weights are really weird so asked the trainer about some stuff. The end of the conversation:
Me: Thanks a lot for your help.
Trainer: No problem, but be careful, man, we’re all gay in Spain, especially in the gyms.
Me: Hahaha, okay.
What was I supposed to say?? I just tried to laugh awkwardly and end the conversation but he just kept on looking at me so I was like, “Okay, thanks again,” and I walked away. A couple of weeks later the gym got this really comical machine in that jiggles your entire body. I (stupidly) asked the trainer (a good 250lbs and possible the only Spainiard I’ve seen over 6ft.) what the purpose of the machine was. He said to relax you and vibrate your fat away, as he slid his hand around what would be my love handles if I weren’t so damn skinny. Wow. Turns out even guys have to deal with creepy Spanish men sometimes.
Oh yeah, and later that day as we were leaving the gym there was a guy on the machine singing a made-up (I hope) song which had lyrics consisting solely of “Oh gay man. Oooooooooooh, gay man.” Seriously? What?
