I am Meg Ryan in every cringey romcom ever made. I officially suck at flirting. I feel stupid. Worst of all, I am tortured by how cute Gym Guy is. Anyway...he was at the gym tonight and we chatted OK about last night and then kinda ended up going for the changing rooms at the same time. I left first and then him. See, not a stalker. Much.
Anyway, I'm in locker 51, he's in locker 49..or 53..two doors down, and I've played this scenario a bunch of times in my head since I asked if I should ask for his number. Anyway, it appears democracy does not always win because in this real-life version of the scenario I am verbally numb. Because I feel shy. He wear briefs by the way in case you were wondering.
He leaves, all skinny jeans and white tshirt with rolled sleeves like a gay James Dean for the 21st Century. He says see you around and I say something similar. Anyway, I leave after him and decide to go into the supermarket next door and as I'm walking in he is walking out. This is getting a little awkward when the most awkward thing ever happens. He kinda looks like his hand is reaching forward.
So I kinda reach my hand forward. Then his hand isn't reaching forward. But he notices that mine is. So he reaches his forward and before I can reach mine back...again, you can't make this shit up...this happens. I. Shake. His. Hand. Where did all this go wrong? He said hi to me first weeks ago before I even noticed he existed. This is a disaster. And he is still devastatingly cute.
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