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So, today was eventful and by that, I mean I saw my gym crush again. Let’s just say he definitely knows I exist (I mean, I was there, breathing and everything), but I don’t think he’s into me. Why? Because he talks to everyone… and by everyone, I mostly mean this one very beautiful girl who I swear is in her gym era and her shampoo commercial era.
Me? I’m the only Black girl in the room, thick and minding my business (and my reps). Not surprised, just observing like David Attenborough narrating from the squat rack.
But here’s the thing—I like this feeling. I’ve been in relationships before, but never had an actual crush. This is new, and kind of cute. It makes me feel girly. Giddy, even.
Oh, and let’s not forget the other guy at the gym—with calves carved by the gods and height that says “reach for the top shelf without effort.” I don’t want anything serious—I just enjoy looking at handsome men while pretending to stretch.
Sometimes healing is just noticing fine men and allowing yourself to feel soft. That’s all. No plot. Just vibes.
