Lisa Makes a New Friend

Lisa sat laughing and drinking with her group of friends, they had come to a hot new club in downtown Chicago only a short distance from the high end gym where most of them worked... many as trainers. There was always some kind of new pickup place that was hot on Rush or somewhere close to the Gold Coast, basic meat markets. This one was huge with three separate bar areas and a large dance floor and later in the evening usually a live band of some kind. It was a Friday night and the place was packed.

Lisa and her group of about 10 were occupying the corner of the central bar. Lisa was sitting at one end and was occasionally taking a look around to see if she spotted any hot guys. There were the usual types she recognized and was getting tired of... the traders from the Merc... the lawyers... all the young professionals. They were all dressed in the latest stuff, all worked out with perfect haircuts. Lisa caught the bartender's eye and motioned for another gin and tonic. She listened to more of the stories being told, mostly about the clients they had had to put up with during the day. Their gym catered to the most elite clientele in the city and the ridiculous attitudes and demands they could get on a daily basis was almost always good for a story or two. Lisa rested her chin on her hand and just smirked while the story was being told.

It was starting to dawn on her that she was getting bored of this entire scene. The same group of friends from work, perfect guys at the latest/hottest pickup joint, the same trainers with the complaining clients or the endless discussion of pecs and glutes and abs. She loved fitness, always had and always would, she just was getting tire of talking about it. A lot of these trainers were as a bad as their clients. Too much talk... not enough action!

Lisa had been an athlete growing up playing every sport that came along in school... her best was gymnastics which she did for 10 years from 8 to 18. Now, at 29 and 7 years out of college, she trained mostly wealthy fat people who wanted to look good without effort, thinking their money could replace the hard work it really took to get in shape. It would be nice to get someone to walk through the gym door for training who had the right motivation.

Lisa thought about her plan of moving on, she hoped to get her pro card next year and then build her own small training business. But for now she needed to keep on training the skinny wealthy guys... and the fat wealthy women. It was a pretty depressing prospect.

Lisa suppressed a yawn... thanked the bartender as her second (or was it the third?) drink arrived and shifting her head back to the crowd, still with her head on her hand, she caught site of something unusual.

There amongst the crowd of Chicago's hottest singles was the smallest, meekest little guy she'd seen in... well just about forever. He looked like they could have cast him as the skinny Steve Rogers before the science experiment. She smiled at the thought, she loved all the Marvel movies and had seen them all a dozen times probably.

She continued to watch him make his way across the almost shoulder-to-shoulder crowded room. He had a coat and tie on but the shirt was a bit too large for his thin neck and gathered too much with his tie and the jacket hung on him like a sack. It looked like something he'd gotten second hand. His hair was buzz cut really short and he had on black horn-rimmed glasses. He looked to be about 5' 7" or so. She chuckled as she thought his weight couldn't be more than about 130 pounds. She was examining him with her professional trainer-eye... which had gotten pretty expert over the years at analyzing what she had to work with in regard to new clients. There wasn't much to work with on this guy. She chuckled to herself.

She had completely tuned out her friends who continued to entertain one another, all of them quickly getting drunk. No one noticed her laser focus on the small, unassuming young man working his way across the room. It took him forever to move any distance he'd tap the taller guys and girls on the shoulder, then try and squeeze his way through as most just glanced at him and then ignored him. It looked like he was heading in her general vicinity of the bar. She now could spot more of his features. He had a boyish quality about him that she found appealing. Just off the farm she thought. He seemed so out of place. He was a minnow in a shark tank. She had his narrative already figured out... young guy fresh in town from the country... out after work. He'd probably asked a co-worker where he could go and of course got the name of this place. His co-worker neglected to tell him that the mercenary MILFs and the aggressive young professional women in here would literally chew a guy like him up and spit him out. He didn't stand a chance.

He came around the corner of the bar and Lisa found herself strangely hoping he would sit in one of the few open stools near her. She Bostancı escort thought it would be fun to hit on him and see how he reacted. She was so used to the big arrogant guys at bars like this. She seemed to live with the type 24/7... at the gym... in her building... here at these bars. At about this point with perfect timing some guy that looked like he just stepped out of an Abercrombie commercial sidled up next to her blocking her view.

The man ordered a craft beer of some kind and then smiled at her. She waited for the line. She was not smiling... she gave him her strongest... get lost look. Hey babe, you look lonely. She rolled her eyes. I'm really not interested tonight, you should cut your losses now and try someone else. He continued to smile but something about her look made him take her advice. Your loss honey. He sauntered away. How did she get to this point? She had just turned away a hot, tanned, muscular hunk in order to keep a seat open for a skinny nerd in horn-rimmed glasses.

She looked back toward the bar at this thought to find the object of her interest moving up next to her. He didn't sit next to her but leaned on the bar and tried to get the bartender's attention... to no avail. He kept motioning with his finger but Tina the bartender just kept walking by and not noticing. His shy presence was easy to discount. This happened twice before he spoke up "miss?" Tina missed this too. Lisa smiled to herself. She raised her hand at Tina who immediately came over. "You through that g