A lot has happened this week, a lot that I need to tell you about.
Sorry for being away for a while, but I’ve sincerely missed you. I missed typing on my keyboard on this vast alabaster background.
Without any further ado, here is the most positive thing that happened to me this past week:
Today marked the third time I saw her. While she was doing her back workout, my thoughts were running laps, struggling to come up with a clever way to initiate a conversation.
Do I just go up and talk to her? Do I introduce myself? Do I call her pretty?
Oh, and she was pretty, the kind of pretty that puts you under a spell from the moment your timid eyes meet. Her clothes looked tailor-made. She wore a slick outfit, blacked out from top to bottom, with shiny silver sneakers to complement it all. I was especially intrigued by the fact that she wasn’t wearing leggings or anything too revealing, which made her very classy in my eyes, as classy a woman can be inside the gym.
The first time I saw her I was too afraid to say a word because I didn’t want to be inappropriate. I wanted to learn more, to see if she was friendly and if she was single, so I watched how she carried herself around and I hoped that our eyes would meet again, which they did.
I found it scary that she didn’t smile a lot. In fact, I had never seen her smile before.
She was closer to me now. We were both training on the floor on mats: I was doing chest, she was doing abs. The single thought of approaching her made my heart pound rapidly inside my chest, louder than the music and any bar, dumbbell, or machine. But I wasn’t going to leave home without getting to know her first, so after my last rep, I bravely moved to a bench behind her and then I walked around towards certain death.
“Hi, sorry, how many sets have you got left?”
I was wondering if she could see how nervous I was, or if she could hear my heart beating from two feet away.
She replied with the most memorable, most beautiful and genuine smile I had ever seen, a smile so bright it calmed me down in an instant.
“Hello, just one.”
It was as if she’d picked me up from one side of a vintage scale and gently dropped me on the other, from feeling my voice shake inside my throat to a quiet picnic under the loving sun that was her safety, warmth and reassurance.
“Would you mind helping me when you’re done? I’ll be right there, on the bench behind you.”
“Sure thing, but I don’t know how much I’ll be able to help you…”
My heart was melting away at her innocent response.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be easy.”
And then she came to help me, we talked, after which we talked some more. She said she was incredibly shy, but she was so open to me that I found it hard to believe.
Before she left, I asked if I could have her phone number. She gave me her instagram and now I cannot shut an eye because I can hardly wait to see her again tomorrow.
Does this mean I’ll have to cut down on the sweets? I need to get in better shape.
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