As I have probably mentioned before, the Oasis is a small place. So when you swipe through Tinder, there is often a few familiar faces and my best mate and I would often share updates and stories on boys we had swiped right on.
Funnily enough, we do meet boys out too (rarely but it happens) and she met this guy one day at a brunch. Quite cute but clearly a little damaged from a previous relationship, they went on two dates before he just ghosted her. He is a personal trainer, a personal trainer in MY gym.
I kept seeing him and wondering if that was him, the guy with the ridiculous delicious arms and always wearing a cap. One day, Steph came to the gym with me and he was there and she confirmed my thoughts. Yes it was him, yes he did have delicious arms, but still.. he ghosted her.
I actually spoke to him one day, it was to ask him to move his stuff out off the way or something like that but I didn't give him any inkling I knew who he was. Because why would I do that?
When it was my birthday, I was heavily featured on Steph's insta in this ridiculous black dress emphasizing my tits and well, he requested to follow me. So I accepted and I followed back.
And then one day, his cheeky baby face pops up on my Tinder. I deliberated. Ok, I'm naughty, I swiped right. It was a match!
Baby:
"Hey Holly!
A few fun facts for you about us already.
I once went out with your bestie Steph.
We've recently followed each other on Instagram.
And I am quite sure that we also go to the same gym.
Promise I'm not a stalker."
It made me smile. I might have responded slightly sassy.
H:
"Does that mean you're going to take me out for coffee and ghost me?"
Luckily he found it funny. We chatted and whilst he was a very good looking human, great body, baby face and ridiculously strong (you should see the shit he does in the gym), it faded out. I still see him in the gym every now and then, he always gives me a smile and I once tried to persuade him to come and do a CrossFit workout but like most guys who don't do CrossFit, it's an ego thing. They can't be the best at it so they'd rather stay away from it.
A sensitive soul who can't handle a sassy confident lady. No thank you but I'll keep perving on him in the gym. Mmmm.... delicious arms.
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