So after my summer of pigging out and gaining a load of weight, I decided it was probably about time to do something about it. I renewed my gym membership, found myself a gym partner (gym bae), got a training program and healthy eating plan and my mojo was back. I was back baby! And baby got back. As in my muscles in my back were growing. Obvs.
I was going straight after work everyday. Following the routine set to nail my goal of losing 5kg. Gym bae was strong and it was different having a partner. So much fun, laughter and motivation. Nothing like someone counting down the reps to make sure you don't pussy out and avoid the last 2.
As you do in a gym that's predominantly full of men, I browsed and actually there were some pretty alright guys and some pretty not alright guys as in not aesthetically pleasing to my personal eye in the usual 0.03 seconds of judging someone. We all do it, I am not the only one. Anyways that's another argument but I had spotted this guy and he had spotted me. We made eye contact ALL THE DAMN TIME. Errryday. Cause he was pretty much there, everyday. It got to a point that I'd look for his car in the car park because I knew what car he drove and wanted to know if he'd be in the gym at the same time. It was ridiculous. Don't judge me by the way - we have all done this. Its not stalker-ish. It's just being observant.
What I couldn't get my head round was, why is this guy not approaching me? Quite clearly we were attracted to each other because we kept looking at each other. I mean it was as clear as a clean window. Gym bae knew about my gym crush and neither of us could figure out why this guy wouldn't approach. It started to annoy me that if I caught him looking over, I would actually death stare him sending the thoughts in my head which read "stop freaking looking over if you are going to be a pussy about it!"
I decided he had to be married. He just enjoyed the attention that I gave him in the gym but he clearly wouldn't approach because of a ring on his finger. However there was no ring. This went on for months. It was painful and annoying. Then finally we were introduced by a mutual gym going friend.
I couldn't get him to shut up. We would talk every time I was in the gym. He was American although held a Canadian passport and it was obvious he had a great body. How do I know? Well he purposefully would wipe the sweat from his brow with his shirt, flashing his abs. But once that introduction was made, well... it was easy for him to approach the subject of going out.
Anyways cut to the chase, he finally asked me out on a date but the thing is, he didn't take my number. He just said ok so Thursday evening from the gym (Thursday is the normal Friday in the Oasis remember). This was probably on the Monday and I actually wasn't in the gym until Thursday so I couldn't tell him that I would be running late when I was running late, I decided not to sweat it out. His problem. Rookie error not exchanging numbers.
I turn up to the gym on Thursday late afternoon and you could see he was sweating, not just from his sesh. I apologized because I am a decent human and said I'd do a quick training sesh, shower and change. He said "oh yeah don't worry, I was just warming up". He wasn't. I was ready before him (eye roll). We took his car to the casual restaurant we were dining at. FYI don't ever do that. Always have an escape plan and you taking his car and leaving yours at the gym means no escape plan. You just never know when you might need one.
Why did I need to have an escape plan? Because he talked about himself the whole night!!! Sorry to do this (stereotype) BUT Americans love to talk and they love to talk about themselves. Ugh it was awful. I was a lot more sassy at this time so I'm surprised he didn't notice my eyes rolling. He just didn't pick up on it. At. All.
I can hear your thoughts rolling... maybe he was nervous, maybe he didn't know what else to say, maybe he just needs a second chance. No. Absolutely not. If you are a 30 year old man and have not worked out that talking about your friend who you think has a really big ego and you can't work out that it is actually you that has one. See ya later bud - I'm out. Peace.
Not only that, he forced me to eat a salad. Because he thought I would like it, and he insisted. He was right, it was yum. But it was huge meaning I took a doggy bag home. Not a big deal until said salad and its beautiful dressing went all over the inside of my Kate Spade handbag.
If you can't cry about it, may as well laugh. Crying was not going to remove the stench left in my favorite bag and honestly, I am not that precious about it but it just added to everything else.
He dropped me off and I gave him a hug goodbye and left. He still didn't take my number.
Moral of the story? Don't date Americans who can't approach you but love themselves.
He did approach me the following week, where again he talked about himself the whole time. When he asked about my weekend, I answered and then he said he had to go back to training. Couldn't take a full conversation showing interest in me. Yeah bye Felicia. I turned him down nicely via an Insta DM because eventually that's the way he contacted me... you know, because he didn't take my damn number.
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