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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Dream Come False

I've always heard stories about guys getting freaky in the showers at my gym. Two men make eye contact as they're lifting weights, sweaty and grunting like two slaves in a Madonna video. Then one guy goes into the locker room and the other one follows, eager to feel his mouth on the other guy's quivering flesh. They meet in the shower and lose themselves in the rapture of their burning desires. This is how I imagine the encounters between men at the gym. It's one of my favorite dream fantasies.

Today at the gym, I was sort of making eye contact with a guy and it was one of those things where we kept bumping into each other. I just assumed that it was fate and in my mind I'm thinking: "we saw each other three times and that means we're gonna have sex!"

After my intense workout session, I hop into the shower and I discover mister eye contact man there hanging up a towel. As I go to hang my own towel, I immediately think of so many things like if my breath is okay because what if we might kiss, or if gag reflexes come back after they've gone away. You know, important stuff like that. I caught a quick glimpse of his body and I had to keep from getting a major erection there in the shower room. Fortunately, we were the only two people in there.

I walked past him so he could see me and get all excited, then I feel him grab my arm and I thought: "YES! FINALLY! SOMETHING NAUGHTY IS HAPPENING TO BORING OLD ME!" I turned around and touched his arm with this big smile on my face and I was happy that my little dream was coming true. But my dream bubble quickly burst when he explains that my towel fell off the hook and he only grabbed my arm to let me know about it. We finished our showers in silence, then I was horrified to learn that our lockers were right next to each other. It felt like eighth grade when I made a move on a boy in my class and he wasn't into me.

As I changed there in the locker room, we gave each other one final awkward glance and he went away. I learned an important lesson about the line between fantasy and reality today.

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