I saw my gym eye candy again today stretching out before he hit the track.. and once again I didn't say a single word to him. He was wearing his skull cap, and his shiny green shoes...
I had just picked up Charlotte from preschool and it just seemed like walking up to talk to him while holding my five year old's hand could make things extra awkward and well... wrong. After seeing him for over a year, and exchanging perhaps three sentences with him (my approach) the longer that time passes, the more difficult it feels to break the ice. But... the eye contact! There is alot of eye contact... Next week, I HAVE to talk to him... introduce myself, give him my digits, pin him against the wall and kiss him or something. Okay, maybe just introduce myself...
I have no idea how I'm going to do that as he's constantly on the move. I mean it's almost like he's only at the gym to work out or something! (the NERVE) It's hard to look cool and casual when you are chasing someone down on a track...
Surely I cannot recall it being this difficult to approach a guy... My friend Kim suggested that I "go to the gym wasted" to head off any sober hesitation and awkwardness. I'm beginning to think that this is not a half-bad idea...
Flirting used to be easier...
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