Strongfats at the gym This is the story about the moment I decided to ditch the annoyances of a public gym and invest in a home gym instead.  Back then, I was a 15-year-old girl. Rather petite, but I went to the gym to get stronger and get some muscle mass. Everytime I went there, my routine involved the bench press, and I was pretty used to it by then. I knew how much I could bench without getting myself in danger. One time, Fatty McStrongfat showed up while I was benching about 120 lbs. To be more specific, it was about 6'5, around 40 years old and maybe between 300-350 lbs. One of those he-hams who think that showering once a month isn't plain disgusting, but "masculine", and think their fat arms without any definition are just biceps. Benching that weight was challenging for me, but I didn't have any serious problems, and I'm sure I didn't look like I was close to suffocating or needed any help. Suddenly, the fatty comes over to me, grabs the bar mid-rep and puts it on the rack again. I sit up and say "Excuse me?" The oh-so-masculine strongfat replies, looking way too proud of himself: "I saw you benching that weight and wanted to save you. I've never seen a woman bench that much." (Pretty sure that's because you've never set foot in a gym before, fatty - there are plenty of women around benching way more). And then that mf started removing all the weights from the bar, fucking winked at me and said "Here you go - you have to start small". It's not like I worked my way up over the course of the last year, right? Then he invited me to "grab a coffee sometime". Probably feeling like a knight in shining armour, having rescued a damsel in distress from the evil dragon healthy lifestyle. Honestly, I was too perplexed and socially awkward to say anything intelligent here, but that was the exact moment I decided to get a little home gym. Miss me with that bullshit, strongfats.