I’m in the gym right? And this exceptionally cute guy walks in.
He works out, I work out, no worries there.
But then I go upstairs to the empty mezzanine and start doing those squats against the wall with one of those big, blow-up stability balls.
So i’m squatting away alone in the room and getting pretty tired so I start gasping for air and kind of crying out a bit.
Next thing, cute gym guy comes up the stairs and pulls out a mat and starts doing some very intense crunches and after a minute he starts gasping for air and crying out too.
So there we are, me gasping for air and crying out and him gasping for air and crying out, and we just go at it, gasping for air and crying out together until our eyes meet through the mirror and we both stop dead in our tracks.
He knows it and I know it: We just had gym sex.
I drop the ball, grab my towel, run down the stairs and out of the gym.
I didn’t even catch his name…