Kapitel 36: Chapter 36: A Froot Loop Intervention

GEORG

I'm trying to figure out if it is possible to like and hate someone at the same time. I like that this new trainer, Dale, is taking the time to help me get in better shape. I hate that he's a Mr. Universe lookalike and clearly has his eye on Pam. Fucker.

We're working on core, so he's demonstrating the ridiculous shit he wants me to do - hanging with my elbows in some kind of strap setup that'll use my core strength to hold me up. He looks like a professional gymnast as he does it, the bastard, with his eight-pack abs, his perfectly unmarred skin, his bulging pectoral muscles. Puke. I want to puke just looking at this Ken doll.

And, because I only have bad luck, Pam wanders into the gym just in time to see this ridiculous display of testosterone.

Dale jumps down and flashes Pam a grin. "Hey there."

"What a thing to walk in on, Dale." The fact she smiles at him grates on me more than I’d like. "Preparing for Olympic trials, are we?"