Today I had my second and final chance of this week to grab an encounter with my gym crush. More of that in a minute... Firstly - I've been thinking reasonably hard about his new name, because clearly 'my gym crush' really doesn't do him as an individual, much justice. So, here are some of the contenders:
donkey kong - if you saw the car he drives and the way he looks while doing so, you would get it
man in the mirror - an obvious observation, but a little too hmm... Michael Jackson
popeye - a reference to the muscles (yes, I'm getting desperate for ideas)
But finally, I just had to go with the obvious, and keep it simple: he will now, forevermore (or at least until I learn of his real name) be known as 'Bench press Me NOW Boy'. Yeah, I know - it's inspired right? Anyway...
So, our gym encounter was a little lacklustre - again he disappointed me with no rowing machine action AND he arrived late, so I spent the remainder of my workout trying to stealthily figure out where in the room he was located, while also trying to avoid his gaze (and let me tell you, this is no easy task - in a room full of mirrors it's easy to get caught out!) while also trying to do what I actually went there for and, you know, exercise! Whilst walking around the area, I did my best to give that 'I'm red faced, sweaty and sexy and not worried at all about you looking at me' vibe. Self assessment says I didn't do too bad. I was very reckless today too, at the end of my session, I threw caution the wind... I thought, damn it - lets push it, so I took a sharp right turn at the weight machines where he was and climbed by ass onto the bike right by where he was standing (consequently, also right next to the bike he normally uses - hey, a girl notices these things). In my defence, he is right about those bikes - the seat is mega comfortable; when you are spending 20 minutes on the thing it's nice not to lose the feeling in your ass. Did I make any sort of a point, who knows, but for me, it was a push - and it's good for me to do that every now and then. Anyway - I rode nowhere for 20 minutes, dismounted, stretched and went home. Encounter end... or so I thought...
Some 90 minutes or so later, on my way home from a friends place, making an innocent left hand turn onto the road that would lead me home, who do I see approaching? It was none-other than Bench press me NOW Boy driving along in his ridiculous beaten up old car!! I giggled, both at the sight, and at the lovely serendipitous nature of the moment. So, I made my turn and decided that it would be a good idea to follow him (even though it would take me in the opposite direction of home), and then I could see where he lives!! So, I followed through the lights, through the roundabout and past the pub, before coming to my senses and realising a) it wasn't pitch dark and more importantly b) I'm not Dana Scully - so I took a sharp left and headed home - oh the glory!
And they - were my complete unedited encounters with Bench press me NOW Boy.
Until next time,
SB xx
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