So. Meredith and I went to spinning class on Tuesday for the first time in a while. Most of the crowd was new to us, with a couple exceptions. There's this one guy in the class with that haircut. You know, the one where the hair is just slicked up and back? I don't know exactly how to describe it. Imagine a guy with his shirt half open and a gold chain around his neck. Now imagine his hair.
Anyhoo...
This guy was talking and attempting to flirt with some of the girls in the class. And every time he'd crack a (usually not very funny) joke, he'd laugh loudly and obnoxiously right along with it.
Here's a true-life example:
Spinning Instructor Mike's Girlfriend: "We just got back from a camping trip."
Laugh Track Guy: "Oh, did you get hurt?" (She had band-aids on)
SIM'sG: "No, just got some mosquito bites."
LTG: "Mike, I've never heard anyone call you a mosquito. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
SIM'sG: *uncomfortable silence, looking away*
And on and on it went throughout the 15 minutes before class started.
*Sitting on bikes chatting, general low murmur*
*Guy wanders class, offering help setting up bikes for various women*
*Weak joke/thinly veiled pick-up line*
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I don't get it. I just don't get it.
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