I call him Mr Chu. He’s my gym crush. As you may know, I hit the gym couple of months ago in an effort to regain my lost muscles from wasting and prevent it from coming back. So far,so good. There has been improvements and my my extemities are getting the shape and cuts the way I want them to be.
Of course, as you are on a new place and environment, there will be new sets of people to meet and see. Eye candy that is. He’s one of the few that really caught my attention.
He’s around my height, 5’10” maybe. Very clear complexion. He’s in very good shape, toned and athletic. Around mid 30’s. And he got chinky eyes. Like a Chinese or Korean. Thus, Mr Chu.
He works out every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I work out Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. I only get to see him of my personal trainer reschedule me to his. Yes, I decided to ask for a personal trainer to get faster results and it is expensive. I can buy a playstation 4 with this PT’s fee.
I’m desperate to know his name. Checking the reception log on every name that might be his and even searching every email from the gym’s spam distro list. But to no avail.
I don’t really intend of approaching him coz or what not. There’s no sense of striking a conversation. My inferiority is at my peak. I’m insecure of myself. Granting he’s gay, I know I’m not his type. I’ll just let it pass.