I work out with John Mayer

caught your attention didn't it? Well, let me explain that in the 4 months (yesterday officially) I have not spotted one "A-list" celebrity since being here aside from the scattered reality television rejects that include America's Next Top Model and lesser known shows that don't even come to mind right now. So--this weekend's "adventure" was something noteworthy despite the fact that I'm not a particularly HUGE fan of John, but seeing as how he's been in the news with his on-again, off-again relationships....it seems like something to blog about.

I'm not one to get star struck, which when I explain the way things unraveled you'll see that it makes me more uncomfortable too admit that I know who a celebrity is, than it is for them to get recognized. Plus who wants to be bothered? Especially when at the gym?

I was working out on the eliptical putting in my 10 mins. of cardio to get the ole ticker working a bit and a tall (bit lanky) guy with unkempt hair and arm tattoos hops on the machine next to me. I wouldn't have normally thought anything of it, but this fellow also happen to be ferociously texting on his blackberry while pedaling away on the ellipitical. A talent I couldn't master-- not to mention a blatant disregard for the gym's strict no cellphone policy while on the gym floor.

It was at the New York Sports Club in SoHo about noon and with his texting back and forth with who knows who (maybe Jessica Simpson? Cameron Diaz? I dunno). He seemed familiar. I knew I had recognized him from somewhere (he's currently on a Gap campaign with his face plastered on billboards and public busses). But that's not where I knew him from. Obviously, I came to figure out it was John Mayer. At first it was exciting-- to be working out next to a pseudo-celebrity? Musician? Then I realized he's just another dude doing his routine and I was not going to blow up his spot with a "Aren't you John Mayer?" question. Really? What would that have accomplished? He probably would have just looked at me and said "Yea" and I would have looked like the cool kid who asked the stupid question. I didn't bother and I preferred to save my integrity and just casually continue my work out.

To confirm it was him, I hopped off the machine (when I was done of course) walked around and just double checked to make sure. It was. What surprised me was that during all his appearances, he has woman swarming him, coveting his very being, reaching out in desparation for a chance to touch the guy-- yet all the had to do was work out at NYSC in Soho and they could chill with him. I was curious as to how he was going to escape from the gym following the work considering the gym resides on the busiest (and perhaps most well-known streets) of New York-- Broadway.

I continued my routine-- still in a bit of surprise that no one else realize or perhaps cared that he was there considering there were a couple of younger females working out at the time as well. I guess it's that New York state-of-mind that nothing phases New Yorkers and everyone seems to wrapped up in themselves. Speaking of which, he kept checking himself out in the mirror that lined the machines...I dunno it was weird.

After wrappin' up my workout I headed to the locker room and where he was packin' up. Just to confirm his status symbol he slipped on his dark aviators and casually strolled out of the locker room. I suppose it's a good story to tell, but nothing of magnitude or true awesomeness occurred. I guess it could be considered lame and it makes me laugh thinking about it. Now had someone of a true calibre been in his shoes--- there's a story!

I'm such a pop culture junkie though-- it's fun to recount. haha. But no I didn't talk to him and no I didn't blow up his spot. It just isn't me and it wasn't the right circumstances.