A Descriptive Essay On A Place Fred Myer

The smell of disinfectant fills my nose, wafting towards me as I opened the doors to the local Club 16, that distinct smell of Lysol cleaner and sweat. Fiddling with my keys trying to pull out my membership card, which I had attached several months ago, it morphed alongside the several other unimportant barcode items that so many places give you. Save-on, Fred Myer, Starbucks, these unimportant yet important to me cards all stuck together making my entrance into the gym an impossible fate. The ditsy blond at the desk, wearing her ridiculously tight black spandex workout wear, with the orange and grey logo protruding out. As the jacket she was wearing was a size too small for her chest. But yet small enough where it tucked all the loser strands of skin tightly along her waist, therefore proving I had a long way to go in my journey. Her smile perpetually large, with her long blond extensions …show more content…
Continuing my descent towards the treadmills one man’s head turned in my direction. His eyes followed each of my steps towards the windows on the far left side of the gym. The row of treadmills was almost empty so his gaze had nowhere to go besides watching me walk. Anxiously trying to go towards the treadmills to remove myself from his stare, he starts to walk away from the weights and in my direction. With each step closer to me, my breathing gets short. This beautifully sculpted man striding towards me, the thoughts of what to say, should I smile, consume my thoughts. My head bows slowly to the ground as my cheeks peak a reddish hue, with embarrassment. He’s so close, I glance up from my shame, I can smell his aftershave, it’s heavenly and smile. Locking my eyes to his he smiles back, those white teeth and soft brown eyes practically melt me. I lift my one foot, which had been stuck to the floor, and muster up the courage to say hello, but as the letters one by one exit my mouth he says it