The gym is for "working out" not "hooking up!"

Apparently I am one of the few souls who subscribe to the belief that the gym is a place to :
-burn calories through cardiovascular exercise and thus maintain ones shape
-improve physical health by increasing metabolism and thus improving body system efficiency
-release stress through physical exertion and release of endorphins to promote health and well being

With nary an ounce of makeup or care for my physical appearance, I throw on my requisite spandex and sports top and spend a blissful 35 minutes on the treadmill , blasting my iPod and pounding out the days stress to Rihanna or Jay Zee. My ears may subsequently ring in protest over the increased music volume they were unmercifully exposed to, but at the end you can be assured I am dripping wet, exhausted and smiling; the last thing on my mind my appearance or a prospective date I may conjure up between the cardiovascular equipment on the second floor and the water fountain near the back bathroom.
As I said, I appear to be in the minority.
I work out at a popular fitness chain that will remain nameless, and the souls that frequent this former establishment of health and well being have transformed it into hook up central with their ridiculous preening and manipulative tactics to elicit any type of attention and possible assignation with a member of the opposite sex.
Apparently now the gym is a place to:
-Wear an inordinate amount of makeup, a thong up said cheeks and occupy a treadmill for an hour with a sweat inducing “stroll” as you attempt to elicit conversation with any man with an established pulse and respiratory rate.
-Troll the free weights in dolphin shorts and a muscle shirt, inflicting self proclaimed and surely imagined weight lifting prowess and personal training tips to any female who gives you half a glance and yet never invites your “advances”.
-Clog the hallways between aerobics classes as you leer at the local professional football cheer squad during their thrice weekly practice sessions, blocking the way of those individuals who actually come to the gym to work out.
My favorite suspect is the middle aged man who wears a skin tight unitard (I kid you not) that leaves nothing to the imagination downstairs (beware of meal consumption prior to this) yet still showcases his skinny white legs and spindly arms. To top it off, he has an odor that could finish the war in Iraq so ferocious is its intensity. And he is seemingly oblivious for several times throughout the course of the evenings “workout” he will pause to admire his appearance in the floor to ceiling mirrors, smiling and nodding his head while I stare unabashed at his ridiculousness.
I am not unkind dear reader, rather pitying than poking fun at the glaringly pathetic. However I resent having to endure this individual’s creepy stare and horrid odor as he pauses to start a conversation with me every time I am on the treadmill, ear phones and iPod blocking verbal and auditory communication process. He just does not get it. Tonight his smell preceded him as it wafted up the stairs, signaling my urgent and relieved departure to the women’s locker room.
I understand and embrace any dating opportunity that presents itself, whether it is at the gym, the mall, the car wash, wherever fate intervenes and provides an attractive and prospective suitor. However, I wish there was a separate sector of the gym relegated to those desperate souls who will employ any tactic to hook up and in turn disturb those of us in pursuit of good health by occupying scarce cardio equipment and our previous time with your ridiculous and manipulative actions. At least have the decency to wear deodorant and pop an altoid.