I have a huge crush on one of the fitness trainers at my local gym.
I’ve been a member at the gym for the last two years.
I spotted Henry on my very first day, and I’ve been infatuated with him ever since. He is a great motivator for getting in shape. I’m always anxious to head to the gym, and I spend a ton of time there. I work especially hard, hoping that he’ll notice me. Because of Henry, I’ve lost a significant amount of weight, toned my muscles and am in the best shape of my life. I sign up for every class that he offers. I am not a fan of cycling, but when Henry led a spin class, I couldn’t wait to get started. I chose the bike in the center of the front row and arrived early to every class. When Henry led a body builder’s weightlifting class, I signed up for that as well. It was me and eight gigantic men, but I never quit. Unfortunately, every time Henry sees me, I’m dressed in workout clothes, with no makeup and my hair in a ponytail. I take my workouts seriously and refuse to hinder my progress by dressing to impress a guy. I also make sure to get the very most out of every training session, so I’m typically drenched in sweat, exhausted and red-faced when Henry sees me. Sometimes, I see him as I’m leaving the gym, when I’m fresh from the shower with wet hair. At least, Henry knows my name and always smiles when he sees me. We often chat before class and discuss our fitness goals.