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This is how my Nationalist gym will look -- minus scrawniness.
And I observe far too many beta males trying to make small talk with the hotties. They rarely succeed. The gym, as you know, is the last place to pick up women. This is my position and has been for years.
However, a few weeks ago my conviction was put to the test.
As you know, I've been spending a lot of time in the gym recently. I work late, but manage to get in a session after hours.
I'm consistently one of the taller, bigger chaps there and invariably I'm surrounded by smaller guys lifting hard, huffing and puffing, doing their utmost to look bigger. Best of luck to them.
I don't claim to be a bodybuilder, but I'm big enough that I catch other guys checking out my routine. Creepy, to say the least. One of my chums, a competitive bodybuilder, has told me stories of guys following him around the gym as he completes his sets. WTF?!
Sometimes there are one or two women in the weight room, usually young blonde cuties or Asian girls already in fantastic shape. And then there's the token 57-year old blonde cougar with manjaw who seemingly can't keep her eyes off me. I don't want to go there.
The female I'm referring to was early thirtysomething, slim, and brunette. I was finishing a set of bicep curls. She walked in my direction and then stopped a few feet away, looking down at her iPod as if adjusting it. After a brief moment she looked up and took a step towards me. She gestured towards my chest and started talking. All I saw were her lips moving. I couldn't hear a thing she was saying because I was listening to Motörhead at maximum volume.
I admit, I was a little annoyed as I took out my earpieces. Now don't get me wrong. I'm no stranger to women approaching me. There was a time several years ago, before I married my first (hot) ex-wife, when all I had to do was walk into a bar or restaurant and some girl was all over me. And it still happens today.
This girl was pointing towards my chest and asking me about surfing, apparently using my surf t-shirt as a prop. As Girl Game goes, I thought, it was rather transparent. But I smiled, we chatted, and we agreed to meet outside afterwards.
The best thing about this encounter was that I could see the other guys in the room watching it unfold. In the beta crowd was a dark little guy with a vaguely Middle Eastern look wearing a "Penn" t-shirt.
As if we're supposed to be impressed by that shit.
Let me tell you, it's a glorious feeling indeed to be approached by a hot chick in front of a crowd of clueless beta males looking on. I could practically feel their jealous anger.