Gym bunnies

I haven't been to a gym almost all year due to my training schedule, though recently bought a 20 pass card from the gym next door ... literally it is ... next door ... I'm looking at it right now from my bedroom window ... anyway, it was bought to force me to get back into gym sessions. That was 2 months ago and I went this morning, the 3rd time since buying it. I'm not too worried; I've started incorporating a lot of body weight drills into my training so I'm getting a good deal of strength training, just no weights. I guess I was inspired by the firemen from last night's show, so I took myself along for a Sunday morning session, knowing full well that I'd be predominantly surrounded by middle aged obese women and crusty old men. And I was. Bar one. After 30 mins into my workout, this guy turns up and holy hell did I find it hard to concentrate for the rest of the session. I was originally planning on only being there for 45 mins, but it ended up being a 2 hour marathon (which isn't exactly bad as I had a lot to do, and look at). Face-wise this boy was hot; creamy white, silky smooth skin and that carefree hair style that shits me so much (because I can't figure out how it works) and as for a physique, I'd put him on par with London Preppy ... even now, hours later, I'm shaking my head in disbelief just knowing this guy is alive, and possibly living somewhere near here. We locked eyes a few times too, which didn't help my heart rate. Daydreaming while doing free weights isn't a smart thing to do.

Why react so? If you knew the city I live in, and the guys that live here, this specimen of a man is rare. My thoughts are that he's a gymnast, or has been in the past; he has that air of physical perfection about him. The best part about this is that I'll (obviously) be going back to the gym, same time, next weekend, and he won't be there, but I'll keep looking at the door, expecting, wanting, hoping, but ultimately disappointed. Fact is, even if he did show up again (as he probably will, as it's most likely his regular weekend session) nothing will ever happen because my beard (if you can call it that) is clearly not giving off the gay vibe as I had (subconsciously) hoped and even if it was, the chances of him being gay are so slim I can honestly tell you I haven't even considered it. Regardless of him being gay, straight, curious or actually one of Santa's Elves doing last minute physical conditioning in preparation for the big event in a few weeks, I'm not going to approach him, slip him a note/number or anything of the sort. Why would I? That would be being proactive, and that (on the matter of love/sex) is against my nature.

Had I been proactive I may have been able to share with you a pic or his name or something interesting about him, but instead I'll add a photo of my tattoo which, I'm sure, is all he was looking at anyway.