One of my relationships was with a guy I went to high school with. We reconnected on social media, and decided to give it a go. And proceeded to never have sex. The relationship fizzled out, no matter how hard I tried. I practically begged him to go out on our last date. We never officially broke up, but he ghosted me. And that is where our story begins.
After two weeks of being ghosted, I assumed it was over. So being the go getter that I am, I decided to go get me some dick. I was just getting into the gym, trying to lose a few pounds. I may not have been happy with my body, but apparently others were. I hid my extra stomach fat well, but I made no effort to conceal the “junk in the trunk” as the kids say.
Ever since I joined the gym, I’d been eyeing this one guy, Chris. And when my boyfriend ghosted me, I turned up the charm. Chris and I went to the gym around the same times, and often worked out on the same machines. Really nice guy. He would chat with me casually as we waited for weights or machines to become free. He was tall, fit but not too fit, and racially ambiguous (never did find out). I made a point of working out close to him, espedially on leg/booty day. And one day I decided to take the plunge and ask Chris out. He said yes.