Fabio

So I saw the Armenian's version of Fabio this morning at the gym, or at least He thought so. When I walked in, I noticed him helping a woman get the chair on the bike adjusted. The first thing I noticed about him was the way he was standing. Staturing might be a more appropriate word than standing. He was like a male peacock with his feathers on display, only instead of fethers he had his not so defined muscles... It's not that he was in bad shape, but he definatley wasn't in the type of shape that would make my eyeballs pop in order to admire his physique. I propbobaly wouldn't have even noticed him if he wasn't standing in the middle of my path like a trophy on display. He had thick black wavy hair that reached his shoulders. When he looked at me, he did the head swoosh to the side, so that his hair swept off his not so chiseled jaw line. I did not want him to get the mistaken impression that I had "noticed" him, so I continued on my way to the eliptical machine without a second glance. Well, guess who decides to join me on the popular cardio device next to me? Fabio himself. I continued striding without a sidewards glance. About 2 minutes later he left. Guess he was able to get in a POWER cardio workout in 2 minutes... Later, as I was doing some leg presses, I noticed the peacock lifting weights. The leg press machine is tucked in a little corner, right by the mirrors. I watched through my peripherial vision, all the while trying not to burst into overt laughter, as he did some bicep curls while admiring himself in the mirror. As I lef the gym, compeltley ammused, I realized that Fabio had acheived his goal, he wanted to be noticed. I noticed him alright, though I'm not sure he would have liked my observations.