I thought I saw her looking this way. Could it be she was looking at me? Focus, don’t look over at her directly just stay on your treadmill. Remember, chances are she is looking at the clock or something. Is that a smile? Just look up at the TVs, what is my speed, man I hate being such a lard ass.
I began to think back to the other day when I was telling my roommate about this girl. “Mark, she is so sexy. She has this exotic foreign look going on and a toned body like you couldn’t believe.”
Mark looked disinterested, “Fitz, my boy, when will you stop with all these silly crushes. Either walk up to her and say something or keep it to yourself. I swear this is the hundredth girl you have had a crush on and honestly I’m tired of hearing all your whining about them and you doing nothing.”
“Harsh man!” I remember exclaiming to him. He just gave me that look. The tell it to someone who cares look.
“Fitz, your problem is you think too much. Women want a man of action.” He took another swig from his beer bottle and resumed to watch television. I grabbed a bottle and began sipping thinking about what he said.
Alright, I would do it I thought as I looked down at the treadmill statistics, not wanting to look directly at her. If she comes over, I’ll start up a conversation. Maybe something about the weather? I don’t want to be too brash.
She was coming this way! Be calm, breathe. Wait, where is she going. I watched as her lithe body walked in front of me and she began talking to the Mr. Olympian perfect specimen running on the treadmill in front of me.
Yup, Mark was right. I think too much.