To the man in 80s-style weightlifter pants and a bright goldenrod tshirt with the sleeves cut out:

• You didn’t catch my eye at you because I think you’re hot. You were a gym train wreck.
• Patterned grey baggy pants and bright gold tshirt? No, they don’t go together.
• On that note, they’d look pretty bad on their own, too.
• Giving me the Buddy Christ salute is not going to work your way into my heart.
• When I went to the other side of the gym to complete my upper body workout? You. were. the. reason.
• Consult a trainer about your form, please. With jerky movements like that, you’re begging for an elbow injury.

(/snark)

I wonder how this ties into Hugo’s conversation about sausage-casing girls. Is it wrong for my eyes to be offended by the (lack of) aesthetics of this guy’s entire being?