If you go to the gym every morning like I do, you begin to take notice of certain “regulars” who are there at the same time as you.
I have nicknames for all of them, and they are all entertaining in their own ways. Over time I’ll post about each one, but my favorite, is The Singer.
The Singer sings along to his iPod – at the top of his lungs – from the time he gets to the gym to the time he leaves.
From looking at him, you’d expect him to just be a Normal Dude, but he clearly is not. He has a song in his heart and he wants you to know it.
The songs he sings are always about love and relationships, and he even puts inflection into his singing, like he is right there with the band, belting out his feelings about a scorned lover.
The Singer is always there and he is always singing.
When I am just finishing my run. “But you don’t LOVE ME anymore!”
When I have just finished a set of curls. “Why HAS HE LEFT, he was my ONE and only!”
When I am getting dressed to go to work. “Oh you LOOK lovely, YOU are my baby!”
And I hope you don’t think that The Singer is limited to just singing.
Because the man can dance too.
Just this morning – as he was getting ready to do some bench presses – he dipped his shoulder, shimmied his hips ever so slightly, gave the mirror a Sassy Look, and slipped smoothly onto the bench. Oh yes, he was also singing, “GIRL, it’s time WE TOOK the next step!”
I’ve tried to identify the songs that he sings, but I never can.
If I could, you better believe I’d jump right in with him, sing my ass off and try (TRY!) to simulate his Dance Moves Of Sexiness.
The Singer makes my mornings at the gym go by quickly.
I can always count on him to be singing and dancing – straight into my heart.