While at the gym, drinking a cup of coffee and waiting for my friend's class to start, I noticed that a couple of instructors were busy setting up for a GX (group exercise) exhibition. One of them, even with his back to me, exuded a very sexy aura. It was almost palpable. As luck would have it, I was seated where the instructor who caught my eye, positioned himself right in front of me. His butt just about an arms length away. The song started to pipe, "It's raining men". Apt I thought. Both the instructors present were, to be fair, pretty fit and buff. The one that caught my eye though knew how to move that booty. Much more impressive was the fact that he was still able to keep his masculine aura inspite of the dance steps. He looked vaguely familiar..... The next song started, "Boys do fall in love". I smirked to myself all the while enjoying the view. Who chooses these songs anyways? Two more songs and they were done, though I was still trying to figure out where I knew the guy from. It dawned on me just before I was about done with my workout.
Paul. Paul Guesande. The exotic dancer who, in his prime, revolutionized the gay bar exotic dancer scene way back just as I left for Singapore. Guess who will be attending dance classes from now on. :P