There's a guy at my gym (I secretly call him 'princess'). He's completely pumped beyond words (like HYOOOOOOGE) and fake-tanned to death. He has longish wavy hair that has the most lovely carefully weaved-in highlights
. He parks himself in front of the mirror at the smith machine and does shoulder presses. In between sets, he stares at himself in the mirror and just admires himself -- preening in every sense of the word. It's quite hysterical.