But I didn't. And I'm flying back to L.A. this weekend.Worked out at the Bally's Total Fitness in Southfield, near my family's home. Saw the most gorgeous trainer. Light skin African American. Not to tall, not too short. Compact, lean build. Expressive, bright eyes. Working with a woman who needed the training. Friday morning around 10 am.
In my mind... you know the stories you allow to go through your mind: he's looking, notices I'm a new face, sees I have good technique... on the machines. Wants to talk to me, but can't. lol. Of course, reality hits. (I know I'm not the only one to have these conversations in my mind).
Trainers are sales people. They are friendly because they need new clients to make new money. And... gym folks are hard to read. Period.
Tourists are allowed to flirt. It's the whole "what stays in Vegas" mentality. This time I didn't. But I'll be looking forward to seeing my gym crush over the end-of-the-year holidays when I'm in Detroit again :-)
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1 comment:
LOL this is so me right about now! it's like the inner dialogue sounds so appeasing, we forget to look at things realistically.
but sometimes hotties just throw the common sense mechanism all out of whack! :)
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