A short story for a big man.
I met him in the gym. He lifts heavy shit. I happened to be watching the competition one day and we got talking, he made me smell his smelling salts which if you haven't tried before, that shit burns.
He isn't attractive, I was not interested but he is American. Meaning when I made the mistake to follow him on the gram, that was his understanding of me wanting to be with him. Simple mind.
The messages were constant and then the voice notes came. They were always about him telling me about his day in detail like he thought I really cared what he was up to. What planet is this guy on?
He said he had been trying to talk to me for a while in the gym and he asked me out.
I told him I had commitment issues.
And that was that. The end.
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