I think it's safe to say that every girl knows a guy who is this big muscly man, hard exterior but on the inside is absolute mush.
The bear in my life is the GM of my gym. I'm a regular you see. I once was in late on a Thursday night and then early on a Friday morning that he asked if I had camped overnight. Poof and that's how we became friends. He wasn't single but we would openly chat about our lives and he was always genuine and interested to know. He had a girlfriend and always seemed to be the man to splash the cash and really make his girl feel special. It was really cute.
The rumor is he was engaged but honestly, I don't know. One day, it all just came tumbling down around him and I felt really bad for him cause you could see he had taken a huge ego knock but never discussed it. He implied but I never asked further questions, sometimes it's ok to know that it's actually none of your fucking business.
He got up on the gram and we were following each other cause I would say we were friends and that's normal. One day when I was walking on the treadmill and he was leaning on it, chatting away to me, I said we should get a drink up at the bar that's just opened near where we both live. Cause we live near each other, not because I thought we should go on a date but it only hit me when I said it, what I had actually said and next thing, I was putting my number in his phone. Good lord that escalated quickly.
So we were chatting and we arranged a date. Only I fell sick and was completely bed ridden (genuinely) and I had to cancel, luckily he totally understood and even asked if I needed anything whilst daily checking in. Proper boyfriend material, I know.
We didn't arrange another date and then I was off to Marbella. Once I got back and felt decent enough to face the gym, I went in to take on the rower. He spotted me and came over for chats, slyly he asked what my plans were for the weekend but I quite adamantly stated that I couldn't be seeing anyone as I really needed recovery time. Partied hard didn't I? #cockblocked
But he was keen and asked me a couple of days later. I turned him down and said I needed some time to sleep. In bed. Alone.
He was still in touch and told me all about his holiday in Ibiza. He then had a friend out to stay. A girl. I asked was she a friend, or a friend? Not that I was bothered but more so winding him up and being nosey. Oh just a friend, a friend that he took to one of the most expensive romantic brunches in the Oasis, and then to the most expensive luxurious island resort for the weekend. Yes you read that right. Mmm... just a friend.
It was a month before Christmas and whilst chatting had been constant and we were totally up to date with what each other were up to, sliding into DM's, regular chatting on texts and what not, the bear decided to pop a date in the calendar one Saturday for us to go ice skating. I was actually really excited. Turns out he used to be an ice hockey player - obviously wanted to show off his skills which was totally ok with me.
It may be time to tell you that this guy was covered in tattoos. Covered. If my mum saw him, she'd have a heart attack. He even had the Queen tattooed on his shin. So random. The sexual attraction was there but I couldn't see myself with this guy forever even though I knew he would treat me like a princess. Is that weird? Tell me if that's weird.
It came to Saturday morning and the bear cancelled. Told me he had the shits. Well that's crap. (Pun intended). Only he still made it to the gym twice that day. For me that was three times and I think we were all out of tries.
He sort of faded away after that although I'd always say hi and smile in the gym.
New Year came and went and we were chatting a little more again and he then asked if I wanted to pop another date in the diary.
"I think that ship has sailed, don't you?"
"Yeah, fair enough"
Friend zoned. Still one of the nicest bears I know.
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