sweat it out.

Alright, I own a couple things from Lulu Lemon, I'm not going to lie. It is an undeniable fact that on most girls, they make their ass look fantastic. Unlike most of the people who wear them, however, I actually use them to work out - a foreign concept, I know. Whenever I head to my gym, I feel like I've mistakenly stumbled onto a catwalk or a magazine shoot. Half of the girls who use the gym go while wearing a pound of makeup, their hair perfectly coifed, and have squeezed themselves into something just barely short of a lame catsuit. Whatever happened to shorts and a t-shirt? When I can see your ass-cleavage, your shorts are too short. 

Their faux pas don't stop at their clothing. If I had a dollar for every time I saw some bimbo on a piece of equipment while idly flipping through a rag mag, I would be loaded. If you are doing a proper work out, there is no flipping way that you should be able to concentrate on your poli sci homework, let alone cosmo's latest sex tips. You should be on the verge of falling down the stairs on the way back to the locker room by the time you are finished. If you are going to work out, go hard or go home.

Another thing - while you make look super cute in that brand new outfit of yours, by the end of a session, you should be one hot sweaty mess. Go to Cowboys on a ladies night to pull someone, don't do it in the middle of the track. The only guys who will find that tactic the slightest bit effective are those overly-styled chachis that go to the gym, do two chin ups, down a power shake, and call it a day. The rest of them are actually there to accomplish something, and won't give you the time of day. 

So please, start using that elliptical machine, or get the hell out of my way.