Secret gym crush...(shhhh)

I said that my heart was taking a Sabbath, but I never said that my eyes were on strike...hehe...
I wrote this story a few months ago, I added a few notes throughout...


-“Hi my name is Elom. How are you today?
-“Hi, I am Chad. Pleased to finally meet you. I like your name.”
-“Thanks, it means…”

This is the scenario I have rehearsed times and times again in my head. I would wait for the gym to be relatively empty, for him to be a relatively quiet area, before I would confidently walk up to him and introduce myself. I conveniently came up with the name Chad for him, but it could be anything really…Tommy, Freddy, or even heavens forbid Bernard (no offense to the Bernards out there).

We have been playing this hide and seek flirtatious game for months now.[MAYBE IT WAS JUST IN MY HEAD, I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYMORE]. I pretend not to notice him and vice versa. I am usually not that shy when it comes to meeting new people, that is I always give the courtesy nod to everyone I meet at the gym, but I have not been able to do so with Gary (or is it Mike?). The first few weeks, I would look behind me, just to make sure that he wasn't looking at something or someone behind me. After changing exercise machines a few times, I realized that Matt always seemed to be looking in my direction, but would look away as soon as I looked back. Interesting really… because the truth is, I have no idea why anyone would want to look at a profusely sweating, random girl at the gym and make absolutely no attempt to talk to her. The good thing is that I find myself being even more motivated when he is around, almost as if I was trying to impress him, rather than make healthier changes for myself.

I like to imagine that he silently criticizes my long sessions on the treadmill, bike or elliptical, and is telepathically telling me to switch to more weight training [WHICH I STILL DON'T LIKE TO THIS DAY]. Another more logical version is that I simply remind him of someone he knows. My favorite theory, however, is that he is madly and passionately in love with me (even though he has no idea who I am), and cannot find the courage to talk to me. He recently broke up with his long time girlfriend, which left him deeply hurt, and he is simply not ready to start all over again. This is what you call a vivid imagination.

It has been a week since I last saw him, and I promised myself that I would finally talk to Jeff (Mark?) if he ever comes back. But, that is, IF the gym is rather empty, and IF he is a rather deserted area. Only then will I dare talk to Chad.

LAST NOTE: I HAVE NOT SEEN HIM IN MONTHS NOW... TOO BAD... FEELS LIKE HIGH SCHOOL ALL OVER AGAIN...

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