I was in the gym last week, and they told me they had a new personal trainer.
I wanted to know if he was any good, and the trainer I was talking to told me I would have to see for myself.
I had been working with Mike, who was a personal trainer for everyone else, but a harasser to me, for the last two years. He and I built quite a friendship over the last two years, and he tells me how I’m doing everything wrong instead of being a personal trainer. I don’t even pay him for lessons anymore. Last week, he told me about the new personal trainer they had hired, and I was still waiting to see who it was. A beautiful young woman walked into the gym shortly after that conversation. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was something about her that held my attention, and I didn’t want to look away. I noticed Mike was motioning her over to where we were. He introduced her as Lindsay, but I really wasn’t listening to the name. When I caught the words new personal trainer, I turned to look at him and then back at Lindsay. She reached out her hand to shake, which I refused because mine was sweaty. I had never felt this nervous around a woman before. Before I realized what Mike was telling her, he slapped me on the back and told me to enjoy my new personal trainer. If he hadn’t taken off to the other side of the gym, I probably would have slapped him upside the head for not telling me what he was up to.