In hindsight, it might have been a good idea to be just a
bit more skeptical, suspicious and cautious when a free, unlimited, all-expenses-paid gym membership contract arrives in the mail...
Especially when the fine print demands that you conform to a
very strict personal "code of attire" (with you own customized, mandatory "workout wear" to be supplied by the club)...and that you obey the requirement to "make yourself conspicuously visible" to all gym members (male and female, current and prospective) on the exercise floor, whether working out or just hanging around...
But on your first day, you have to admit (as you emerge from the changing room) that it may not be too bad of a deal you've lucked into, after all. Certainly, your first view of yourself in the dozens of health club mirrors makes you feel a light-headed shortness of breath that suggests you might have found a
very interesting new role for yourself. Just the intoxicating sensation of loudly clicking around the gym floor in patent-leather high heels (while the other girls wear sneakers) may make you feel weak in the knees, but you're just going to have to adjust to those butterflies in your stomach, because they're going to only going to get
more intense as the full reality of your enforced situation sinks in.
ADDENDUM: Even the most starstruck clubmembers leave celebrities alone at fancy gyms like this...but you may find yourself surprised by your own friendliness, since "Hi, I'm Megan Fox" is just such a delightful sequence of four words to say out loud in public (particularly to female gymgoers). And watching girls struggle to keep their eyes on your face (while their gaze keeps dropping, incredulously, to your chest) is a
lot more satisfying than you might have expected. (
Warning: while talking to girls and women, you're going to hear "Oh my God, you're
so beautiful" over and over; you'd better get used to saying "Thank you" a lot.)
