Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The Gym Boyfriend

I don't have a picture of what I want to blog about today, so I'm posting this picture (which captures the essence of what I want to talk about) instead. I'm posting this picture because this Annapurna lunchtime hottie, captured by me with Dave's right-angle lens, is the spiritual brother of my current Gym Boyfriend.


Annapurna Lunch
Originally uploaded by Tokyorosa

Gym Boyfriends are like Imaginary Boyfriends, only they're real people. Gym Boyfriends have all the attributes of Imaginary Boyfriends, but you only get to see them at the gym and you never know their names or anything about their lives except that they sometimes work out at the same time you do. For example, I don't know the name of my current Gym Boyfriend but he works out probably four or five days a week, usually in the evening.

My current Gym Boyfriend is a bit shorter than I am (after Tokyo, I'm not so picky about height), has dark, curly hair and dark eyes, and a slight, muscular build. He's got an elegant, angular face. I'd guess he's in his mid- to late-twenties. His workout clothes never vary: dark blue sweats with a white stripe down the side and a white v-neck t-shirt.

Current Gym Boyfriend is actually only the slightest bit superior to my ex-Gym Boyfriend who went by the unwieldy moniker Honolulu Fire Department. (He always wore a Honolulu Fire Dept. t-shirt to the gym.) That t-shirt and his workout schedule were the only things I knew about him. As it should be.

There are some ground rules to the Gym Boyfriend relationship: First, one must never speak to or otherwise interact with the Gym Boyfriend. It breaks the spell. Second, one must avoid any but the most innocent and accidental eye contact with the Gym Boyfriend. The gym is like a public bathroom: It is not the place to make friends or pick up men. Finally, the Gym Boyfriend is not an incentive but rather a reward for working out.

The workout incentive is something more along the lines of a Happy Quarter.

Happy Quarter, you ask?

I'll tell you about Happy Quarter some other time.

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