Self | Non-fiction | Relationships
“He’s Way Too Attractive For Her.”
A true story.
I’ve learned the hard way not to use real names in these articles.
We’ll call him Ryan. He’s just over 40. He’s a specimen.
Ryan and I were both regulars at the local gym. We became friendly over time. In typical, aged-out bro fashion, we chatted between sets about our lives and work-related drama.
When you meet this guy — it’s hard not to notice his appearance.
Ryan is bizarrely attractive — with dark hair, perfect proportions, and an athletic build.
He’s like one of those cologne ad models — walking on a foggy beach in some remote location, with an anorexic model hanging on him.
It ends with some tacky close-up of his face, and a voice-over whispering, “Passsssion.”
I’ll hold off on elaborating more— lest this becomes a homoerotic short story of a lonely blogger who thought he was straight.
There’s this other funny thing that happens
At the gym, I often see men staring at women’s bodies — to the point of extreme, unabating rudeness.