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“Why the hell did I sign up for this?” Michel said as he lifted the weights one more time, his buddy aching and dripping with sweat.
“Well because your 40, got dumped, are out of shape, and you have about as much chance of getting a girl as flapping your arms and flying.” Replied Chris, a smug smile on his face as he blew threw his reps.
“You know, sometimes I wonder why I even talk to you.” Michel shot back.
“That’s simple. Because when I take youbout you atlest get to talk to a woman, even if she is a grenade.” Chris quipped back.
Michel grunted and went back to his routine. He may not like it, but what Chris said was true. His fiance had left him last year, after bleeding him dry. And he was out of shape. Not grotesquely obese, but he was halling some extra pounds. He hadn’t been on a date in almost a decade, and the only time he even got a chance to talk to a girl she was just the friend of who ever Chris was after.
Chris had somehow convinced him that he needed to go to a gym. “It will be great. You’ll get in shape, build your confidence, and then you might actually seal the deal some time.” Those words rang in Michel’s ears every day, and it was the one thing that kept him going.
Michel wasn’t ugly, in fact most people thought he was handsome. It’s just he didn’t seem to find that he was handsome enough. He was 5’11”, dark brown almost black hair,whish he kept short. Broad shouldered, and smooth pail skin. He had pale hazel eyes that were hooded most of the time, as if he were ready to fall a sleep, and a trimmed goatee.
Chris on the other hand, had one the genetic lottery. 6’4″, muscular, dark tanned skin untouched with body hair, black straight hair that looked good all the time, and a smile that could drop a girl’s panties from across the room.
Michel might have been handsome, but Chris was model handsome. Next to him Michel felt like a hunchback with missing teeth. But the two had been friends for a while now and they both helped the other out.
They both worked in a restaurant. Chris was the general manager and Michel was the kitchen manager. They got along well and a friendship had developed. But to Michel, torturing himself with workouts that didn’t seem to show improvements, his friend may be trying to kill him.
“Dude, dude. Here she comes. Aw this is the best part of my day.” Chris said and for once Michel agreed with him.
She was tall, 5’8″ or 9″, red hair cut short and in a sexy little pixie cut, that showed off her cute button nose, long graceful neck, and didn’t hide her bright blue eyes. She was 19 or 20, way to young for them to be staring at, but they weren’t the only ones.
Her name was Sara, and she was the rockstar at their gym. She was a semi professional weight lifter, a dietary specialist, and could break most of the guys at the gym with ease. Michel always thought of Athena, when he saw her, strong, beautiful, and way above him. But that didn’t stop him from looking.
“Today’s the day.” Chris chimed in. “Today I get the shehulks number.”
“Don’t call her that.” Michel shot at him, anger in his voice. “And besides she’s like half your age, why would she want to give you here number?”
“Because I’m me.” Chris said as he set down his weights with a cocky smile.
Michel watched Chris walk over to Sara, with a sinking feeling in his chest. He liked Sara. She was way to young for him, but he liked her. She was sweet and nice and she worked hard. Michel respected people who worked, whether at their job or on themselves. ‘And her goes Chris, swaggering in. He’ll get her number, take her out, and do and dump her like he always does.’ Michel thought. He went back to his routine and tried not to look at Sara and Chris.
A few moments later Chris came back, but he wasn’t smiling.
“So, when are you to going out?” Michel asked.
“Shut up.” Was all Chris said.
Michel stopped in mid rep. Chris had struck out. Michel had never seen Chris stick out with a woman before. He was shocked
“Stop looking at me like that. People will think I broke up with you.” Chris snapped at him. Michel shook his head and went back to working out. His mind was still racing with the fact that Chris had been unable to get Sara’s number. And that is why he jumped when someone touched his shoulder.
“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” It was Sara. Michel spluttered out the standard oh no it’s fine and she giggled at him.
“So, high my name is Sara and I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?” She said to him, a cute little smile on her cupid bow lips.
“A, sure, sure. Just let me put these away.” He indicated the weights.
Sara walked with him as he put the dumbells back on the stand. There was something odd about the way she was moving, but Michel couldn’t put his finger on it. As he set the weights down he turned to Sara and asked, “How can I help you?”
“Well. I’m sure you know your friend just asked me out.” Michels heart sank, she wanted to change her mind and have him give her Chris’s number. But he soldered on. “Yea, I have to say I was suprised when you turned him down initially. So do you want his number?” Sara laughed at Michel. “Oh God no. I’ve seen his type before and don’t care to know him any better.” This puzzled Michel. And he noticed Sara was…was blushing. “No what I wanted to ask, if it doesn’t cause an issue between you and your friend, is. Well. Would you like to have dinner sometime.
Michel actually looked behind himself. Trying to see who she could be talking to, but there was no one there.
“Me. You. You want to go out to dinner with, Me?” If he had been hit over the head with a 2X4, Michel would not have been this confused. Sara started to look embarrassed, she started mumbeling apologizes. And Michel got it. She really was asking him out, on a date.
“I would love to go out with you. But, I do have to ask, why me. I mean you are,…well half my age and built like, well like you.” He stammered.
Sara’s face broke into a huge smile and she said, “Really, you do want to go out with me?”
Michel nodded yes and then asked again, “But why me?”
Sara’s smile turned a little wicked. “That is something we can discuss over dinner, your place, around 7 tomorrow?” The wickedness turned to a cute hopeful smile and Michel said that that would be fine. Sara got his phone number and gave Michel hers. She then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, before turning around and almost skipping away.
Michel, was speechless. Slowly he realized that there was no sound in the usually noisy gym. He looked around and saw everyone nearby, and a few who were not so close, were staring at him like they had never seen anything like him before. He didn’t blame them. Slowly, with much head shaking, the people went back to their own routines, as Michel walked back to Chris. Michel thought Chris might be up set, not that he would give a rats ass if he was. Sara had asked Him out. But when he got back to Chris he was smiling.
“You didn’t put her up to this did you Chris?” Michel said.
Chris just laughed and shook his head. “God no. Your my friend, but your not that good a friend. I might give you a kidney, or part of my liver. But pass up on a girl like that, never gona happen. Just be careful.”
“Why should I be careful?” Michel asked.
“Because she obviously has some sort of brain damage to pass me up for you.”
Michel grabed his towel and threw it at Chris. They laughed for a bit before Chris asked if Michel was done for the day. Michel turned and said, ” No. I got three more sets to do.” Chris nodded his approval and they finished their workout. Michel didn’t say that he wouldn’t give up, not now that Sara was watching him.
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