Random Esquire

I went to the gym this morning and saw my trainer.  The conversation turned to women.  (Do you see a pattern here?)  He told me that he keeps butting heads with his girlfriend and that she was bugging him.  I said, “What’s she do?”  He told me what she did for a living.  I clarified, “What’s she do that bugs you?”

He said, “She doesn’t like my job.”  I’m sure I looked puzzled.  He said, “This is actually my second gig.”  Then he pulled out his cell phone and pulled up a picture and handed the phone to me.  It was a picture of a man from behind, leaning up against a wall with his hands up above his head and his pants pulled down just past the butt.  I said, “Dude.  Is that your bare butt?”

Sure enough.  My trainer is an exotic dancer.

I think he blushed but I’m not sure.  He’s black.  I bet he was blushing.