I know who I want to take me home
So, the other day at the gym, there was this cute guy on freeweights while I was doing sprinting exercises on the treadmill. Nice muscles and rather longer hair than I generally like on guys, but it worked well with his eyes. Although they only reminded me of Chris'.
Anyway, the layout of the gym is so that those that are running are facing towards the freeweights, and those that are lifting are facing in the same direction. That wall is a large mirror, and I noticed him staring at me as I tried to control my breathing during my sprints, which I seem to have lost the knack of over the summer. I stared back a little, laughed to myself, and kept running.
When I was done, I turned off the machine, toweled down a bit, grabbed my card, and walked to the water fountain. Surprisingly, muscly brownhair blue eyes followed me. He started talking to me, started flirting with me, and I laughed and said,
"Haha, sorry guy. I already have a boyfriend."
He smiled, laughed a bit, talked some more, then walked away. I smiled to myself, but 2 paces later it struck me,
Oh, Shit. No I don't.