On January 1st or 2nd, I joined a gym. Not because of a resolution– I’d break that in 15 seconds, but because I’d always been a member of a gym. Actually GOING to the gym is a different subject matter. I think we all could use a little motivation to work out. For some, it may be getting into that little bikini. For others, it may be getting healthy and bringing down their cholesterol or control their diabetes or something. For me… it’s a hot guy!
I’d been going to the gym for a couple of weeks already and was starting to get a routine going on. Of course I’d noticed all the gorgeous men on the treadmills and using the free weights, but never gave any of them a second thought. Then I saw him. There he stood, pulling some bar on that machine thingy that looks like a jungle gym. A 6’4″ chocolate dipped Adonis. The sweat dripping from his bald head on to his t-shirt, causing it to cling tightly to the rippling muscles on his chest and shoulders… Excuse me, I need some water.
A few weeks pass, I figure out my Cocoa Adonis’ workout schedule. Then, it happens! He comes closer to me! My heart is racing, and not because of the 40 minutes I just did on the elliptical– all of which I spent coyly starring at him. We’re at the free weights. I lean in to reach for a weight. He leans in as well. I knew we weren’t going for the same one, but I DID purposely cross his path just to get closer to him. Our hands almost meet. He pulls back, removes the headphones from his glistening head. I pull my earbuds out so I can absorb the words he’s about to speak. His plump, luscious lips part. A smooth, caramel covered baritone sound emerges from deep down in his beautifully chiseled chest. “I’m sorry. Were you reaching for something?” he says. “Just your perfectly shaped, rock hard a**!” I reply in my mind. Back to reality. “Oh, no… go ahead!” I say to him and try to restrain a super-girly giggle. He moves in front of me and bends over slightly to pick up his weights. Meanwhile, I step back and enjoy the view!
The Scarlett Letter 