My workout buddy

New cashier guy on the gas station, and let me tell you, my biceps in that tight dress last night were stealing the spotlight. The long sleeves dropping hints, but he was staring like he just hit the gym jackpot.

Dude seemed kinda shy, but the way his eyes lingered on these pumped arms? It was like a silent compliment. Maybe I'll swing by next week, you know, for some snacks or whatever.

My secret plan— invite the gas station dude for a training session. I mean, I like watching my muscles, he's into it too, so why not make it a win-win? Plus, I need someone to capture these epic mirror moments with my phone.

Imagine this: 6-7 harcore sets, me flexing in front of the mirror fully pumped, and him capturing it all. It's like a flexing extravaganza, and he gets a front-row seat. A little sweat, a lot of gains, and maybe some behind-the-scenes footage too.

So, the gas station boy might just become my new workout buddy, lets see how it goes. Stay tuned, Diary, 'cause we're about to turn this training session into a flexing spectacle.