You: athletic build, hazel eyes, navy hooded sweatshirt, white addidas, ski mask, black wallet. Me: tall, brown/brown, white towel
Our eyes met from across the room, I was locker 36, you 211. You were taking money out of your wallet and asked me what I was looking at. Startled, I turned away bashfully. Your voice was so deep and forceful... but I couldn't peel my eyes from you. our eyes met again a few moments later as you hurried past me towards the door. you stopped and turned to me, jesturing threateningly, fists clenched. I could feel the electricity as your hand met my bare shoulder, forcefully, and I fell into the locker. As I recovered from our 'connection' I noticed that your wallet was sitting open on the bench and your locker was ajar, but you were gone.
i'm sorry if my staring frightened you.
i have your wallet, but you moved.
are you available?
can you meet for a work out?
my bruise has healed, but my heart is broken