*Sorry it’s a little lengthy, but I think the story needed some background to make it worth it. Hope you enjoy*
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I met her at the gym in late summer. Emily was that woman who’s doing squats every time you see her. Slim but strong, dressed in all black leggings and a sports bra, and two braids down her back. I know the golden rule of “don’t try to talk to women at the gym because it’s creepy,” so I had accepted my fate of admiring from afar forever until one day Emily actually struck up a conversation with *me*. She asked about basketball the day I wore my Charlotte Hornets shirt (I found out later she doesn’t even like basketball that much, but just needed an excuse to talk)
Fast forward a few months, and we’re an official couple. I learned a few things about Emily I never would’ve predicted. She was 35, and back when I was only admiring her at the gym I had guessed she was in her early 20s. I had no problem dating a woman ten years older than me, and I actually welcomed the maturity she brought to the relationship