I was in my early 20s, working the front desk at my local gym. I know you’re thinking I was the guy who slept with all of the women, but that was not me. I was too shy. Of course, I was FRIENDS with all of them. They all loved me, thought I was cute and funny, but in a BFF kind of way, not a rip your clothes off kind of way.
Sometimes, women would come to the front desk and ask me who that cute guy was and if I could casually introduce them. That was my role—getting other people laid.
When a new girl joined the front desk team, I knew I was in big trouble. She was definitely into me. I know, you’re thinking if you’re so sex starved, go for it! But she wasn’t my type. She was obnoxious—never stopped talking. Well, of course the members saw what was going on, there.
“She likes you!” They’d say. They’d encourage me to ask her out, get laid—but I couldn’t. I just didn’t feel that way for her. So, they said I should let her down easy. But the problem was, I depended on her to cover my shifts. If I confronted her, she might stop helping me.