I know this is a long shot but in the summer of 85 you and I were working out at Betsy's Body Shop.
You: Beautiful Woman with neon scrunchie, lime green leotard, black tights, blue leg warmers and pure white "Boks".
Me: Sandy blond hair, powder blue tank with "workout" screened on the front. Thigh Cut runners shorts plum crazy colour and multi coloured shoe string L.A. Gears.
I was standing in front of the mirror using the bullworker. You casually glanced a few times with a smile. You walked up and said I could be Don Johnson's stunt double. You commented on my blue MacGregor wrist bands and we made small talk about the Rick Astley World Tour.
I wanted to get your number but by the time I walked over to the aerobics mat you were gone. If by chance you're on this forum and still practice fitness please get back to me.
Tell we what was playing on the boombox in the Jazzercise class next door so I know its you. Put the word "rain" in the header to eliminate spam.
Thanks.