"Can I give you a pointer?" he asked. "No thanks, I'm okay," I said nicely.
He laughed condescendingly and somewhat derisively. "I just wanted to give you a pointer," he said defensively.
I REALLY HATE THIS, even more than Competitive Man (gets on the treadmill next to you, looks to see how fast you're going, and turns his up faster), or Lonely Man (thinks the gym is Match.com and asks you out while you're trying to run).
I started lifting weights in 1991. No other women lifted at the tiny gym I joined; they did aerobics, bouncing around wearing thong leotards and tights, much to the delight of the guys in the weight room. A competitive bodybuilder took an interest and taught me the core exercises I still do today.
Since then I've belonged to many gyms and lifted weights with a lot of people. I worked with an athletic trainer for a year when I was in physical therapy. I know what I'm doing. The exercises I do help me carry heavy stuff up hills and dig fireline all day. I'm well aware that there are many different ways to do most exercises, even simple biceps curls or tricep kickbacks, depending on which part of the muscle you want to target.
Just because he thought HIS way was right, doesn't mean it's right for me, just like the way he was doing lunges (extending his knee beyond his toes and letting dumbbells nearly touch the floor) might be right for him, but wouldn't work for me.
Obviously, if you see someone about to drop a bar on their head at the gym, feel free to jump in. If you really must butt in to someone else's workout routine, talk to a trainer (they are all over my gym), and have them intercede. If you MUST.
This man was not a trainer. He was not fit. I didn't even get a nice, friendly vibe from him, just a superior, creepy one. I doubt he would have said anything to a man who was lifting.
Why do some guys think this is okay?