The Gym Instructor
Today I had one of the weirdest experience in the gym.
There is a young, blonde, hunky gym instructor in my gym who is quite popular among members. His V-Core classes (an intensive training of the abs muscles) are always full. I have known him for quite a while and he also gave me a number of personal training before. He is a nice guy. Not too talkative and very serious when he's minding his own business in the gym.
Lately, hunky instructor has been quite friendly to me. When he says hello to me he does it quite loudly. Sometimes he'll blink one eye as a hello when he's far away from me but still wants to ackowledge me. Sometimes he'll even touch - no, hit - my shoulder with his huge hand when he passes me.
If he fancies me, then all of the above acts would be understandable. But I'm pretty sure he does not. I once saw him with his girlfriend, who's the receptionist of the gym with a strange Australian accent, working out together. That woman is a slut: moaning like she's having an orgasm when hunky instructor was helping her doing some pull-ups. He seem to enjoy the moaning a lot though. And that exactly makes me wonder why on earth has he suddenly become so friendly to me.
Today I only planned to spend a minimal amount of time in the gym as I've got loads of preparation to do for my criminal trial tomorrow. So after I finished doing some weights, I was walking to the running machine to run for 15 more minutes before I head back to the changing room. On the way to the machine, I passed by the abs area, and I saw hunky instructor doing a V-Core class there. I tried my best to avoid him, sneaking between the pillars and walked away as fast as I could. But he was, literally, having his eyes on me. He signalled me to join him. I tried to act cute, giving him a face, telling him I was tired, while pointing my finger at my wrist, trying to tell him that I was in a hurry. But he took none of it. He hit the mat on the floor really loudly, ordering me to go over. I was like, oh shit! why me? I wanna go home and sleep! But because I was so scared that he would use his strong arm to wrestle me down on the floor if I say no, I had no option but to join him.
The class was extra tough. I have always attended V-Core but his lession is always the hardest. And today, he even paid extra attention on me. He made sure every move that I did was correct. And when some of the moves were relatively easy for me, he would make it more difficult by either lifting my leg or adding weight on me. He once even staring at me the whole time when he was counting down from 10 and when we were at 3 he deliberately counted really slowly and giving me a cheeky smile. I was like, what the hell!
The whole class lasted for 30 minutes. And I spent a much longer time than I wanted to in the gym. I am not complaining about hunky instructor's attention on me. In fact it's kinda cool. What I don't understand is why on earth he just suddenly gives me so much attention. It's really weird. Does he want me to be his student or brother or something?
Well, at least what I know now is that I'm bloody exhausted and my abs is as hard as stones.
There is a young, blonde, hunky gym instructor in my gym who is quite popular among members. His V-Core classes (an intensive training of the abs muscles) are always full. I have known him for quite a while and he also gave me a number of personal training before. He is a nice guy. Not too talkative and very serious when he's minding his own business in the gym.
Lately, hunky instructor has been quite friendly to me. When he says hello to me he does it quite loudly. Sometimes he'll blink one eye as a hello when he's far away from me but still wants to ackowledge me. Sometimes he'll even touch - no, hit - my shoulder with his huge hand when he passes me.
If he fancies me, then all of the above acts would be understandable. But I'm pretty sure he does not. I once saw him with his girlfriend, who's the receptionist of the gym with a strange Australian accent, working out together. That woman is a slut: moaning like she's having an orgasm when hunky instructor was helping her doing some pull-ups. He seem to enjoy the moaning a lot though. And that exactly makes me wonder why on earth has he suddenly become so friendly to me.
Today I only planned to spend a minimal amount of time in the gym as I've got loads of preparation to do for my criminal trial tomorrow. So after I finished doing some weights, I was walking to the running machine to run for 15 more minutes before I head back to the changing room. On the way to the machine, I passed by the abs area, and I saw hunky instructor doing a V-Core class there. I tried my best to avoid him, sneaking between the pillars and walked away as fast as I could. But he was, literally, having his eyes on me. He signalled me to join him. I tried to act cute, giving him a face, telling him I was tired, while pointing my finger at my wrist, trying to tell him that I was in a hurry. But he took none of it. He hit the mat on the floor really loudly, ordering me to go over. I was like, oh shit! why me? I wanna go home and sleep! But because I was so scared that he would use his strong arm to wrestle me down on the floor if I say no, I had no option but to join him.
The class was extra tough. I have always attended V-Core but his lession is always the hardest. And today, he even paid extra attention on me. He made sure every move that I did was correct. And when some of the moves were relatively easy for me, he would make it more difficult by either lifting my leg or adding weight on me. He once even staring at me the whole time when he was counting down from 10 and when we were at 3 he deliberately counted really slowly and giving me a cheeky smile. I was like, what the hell!
The whole class lasted for 30 minutes. And I spent a much longer time than I wanted to in the gym. I am not complaining about hunky instructor's attention on me. In fact it's kinda cool. What I don't understand is why on earth he just suddenly gives me so much attention. It's really weird. Does he want me to be his student or brother or something?
Well, at least what I know now is that I'm bloody exhausted and my abs is as hard as stones.
posted by Lenny at 22:35
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