" How about if I come with you while you work out? We could talk and get to know each other. I could spot for you."I really should have quit when I wa... ahead. Steve looked down at little me from his 6' 4" elevation and laughed loudly at the notion that I could spot for him. I politely laughed, too. But at the same time, I was thinking of ways to make him pay for laughing. He was a major-league, really gorgeous hunk, and I wanted to date him so badly that I would have put up with lots of bad. I was regularly checking the floor in there too throughout the week to make sure no one had left any reportable surprises. Then the following week, I struck gold. One of the personal trainers, a fucking gorgeous married muscle man called Tim, walked into the little dead end obviously at the end of the day and having just had his own workout. All of the personal trainers at work are fucking hot, but Tim is one of the hottest. He’s a blond, blue eyed muscle man who does all kinds of semi-pro. "Actually anymore than I've been thinking about you in the past 2 months, to be honest." The past two months," I thought to myself. He has been thinking of ME for that long. Damn! What a waste of time we share in that."I'm glad we did too, " is all I could say.We stopped hugging for a while as he held my hand and led me further into the room. As his roommate was gone for the semester due to some family problems, Brandon had taken over the entire room. He was like me, I could see. Not the. ” She turned and walked back to the kitchen without waiting for my answer. I stood up and was taking one last swig of my beer before heading out the door when Carolyn came hurrying out of the kitchen. “I’m going to go with Uncle Ron. He might need a hand,” she said, emphasizing the word hand.“OK,” said an oblivious Ellen, as Carolyn pushed me out the door.“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to come?” I asked as we walked to the car.“I probably won’t come, but you will,” she retorted. We got.