I have a buddy who, in order to lose weight, decisively bought a yearly gym membership and also hired a very attractive personal trainer.

After a week of training, he called me, sounding strangely weak.
He said: “Bro, I feel like this trainer is targeting me. His demands every day are just too outrageous.”
I asked what happened.
He said: “Yesterday during squats, I really couldn’t hold on anymore. The trainer was right next to my ear, whispering: ‘Don’t stop, hold on for thirty more seconds. A man can’t say he’s not capable. If you give in now, all that half-hour warm-up earlier was for nothing.’” 😂
My buddy gritted his teeth and kept going, but then the trainer’s hand directly touched his waist, and he whispered into his ear: “Yes, that’s the right position, a little more hollow in the back, a little more lifted in the butt. Later, I’ll increase the intensity. You absolutely must not make a sound, the members next door are watching.”
In the end, my buddy had to lean on the wall to get out, and he sighed to me: “Can you believe it? Now the gym makes you feel like you’re losing your virginity just by doing leg exercises?”