I’ve never understood the concept of meeting someone at the gym. And I don’t mean “meeting someone” as in meeting up with your best friend, hitting the smoothie bar, then counting that as “going to the gym.” (C’mon…I can’t be the only one that does this.) I mean meeting someone…a potential someone special.
When my university plunked down a couple mil to build an on-campus state-of-the-art gym, I was all over it like white on rice (or brown on rice, which is much healthier). Armed with my gym-appropriate duds (stained white tee and basketball shorts), and a face freshly scrubbed and free of makeup, I was ready to feel the burn! Unfortunately, the burn I would feel would not be coming from a rigorous workout.
It soon became clear that this new college gym was the new hotspot for the physically blessed. No one here was getting in shape – they were flaunting their shape! Walking around that place was like walking through an Abercrombie and Fitch ad, with emphasis on the AB-ercrombie.
You’d find all the hot guys in the weights room (I was always too nervous to even walk by – all that grunting…) and the pretty girls would be flaunting their flexibility in the group yoga classes. Guys would watch through the windows, trying to get a peek at the girls in their spandex. Little did they know how un-sexy it actually was in those classes. You didn’t hear it from me, but on more than one occasion I witnessed a girl “let one go” during Downward Facing Dog. I stopped going to those classes soon after.
I’d see girls in full faces of makeup – I’m talkin’ smokey eyes and everything! – hitting the treadmills and elliptical machines. I wanted to scream at them, “You’re clogging your pores!” and “Smokey eyes aren’t even supposed to be day-wear!” I couldn’t keep up with these hot girls. They looked hot when they were literally hot…I just looked sweaty! Going to that gym on a Tuesday was more socially humiliating than trying to meet guys at the bars on weekends!
Apparently, gyms are like goldmines in the dating world. They’ve replaced grocery stores as the new “it” location for love! Just ask Jake Gyllenhaal and his new girlfriend, Emily DiDonato!
The actor and the Sports Illustrated supermodel met during a spinning class at a Manhattan SoulCycle. Honestly, meeting your future boyfriend at a place called “SoulCycle”…how gag-worthingly perfect. Apparently, Jake goes there all the time and loves to “hop on the instructor bike. He loves the attention of the girls!” (UsWeekly)
Through the steam and sweat, Jake and Emily locked eyes. They slowly got off their bikes (after unsticking themselves from the seats) and quickly struck up a heated conversation. At least, this is what I’m assuming happened.
Supposedly they’ve been a couple for a couple of months. She’s 22 and he’s ten years older, but the only thing these two hotties are counting are calories. Age is just a number, people! She’s ridiculously good-looking, he’s ridiculously good-looking (for an old guy, at least. JK, Jake! JK!), so it’s all fine and dandy.
Jake must feel so lucky…he was able to snag this modeling beauty before Leo got to her! And if they break up, he doesn’t have to worry! As a model, she won’t be able to write an angry song about him, am I right? Ooh, feel the burn, TSwift, feel the burrrrnnnn!actor, emily didonato, gym, jake gyllenhaal, Manhattan, model, SoulCycle, Sports Illustrated, Taylor Swift