Saturday, November 21, 2009

the sporting GOODS...














Thursday, November 19, 2009

The way we MET...


Working out ...

Listening to music to hasten the clock... I did the nautilus chest press, and he took to the free weight bench press directly in front of me. I barely noticed the way his grey sweats hung off his waist and the way his tank showed off his torso. Per usual, I dismissed the notion of eye contact and maintained my gaze towards to rubber mat flooring. A couple of reps later... The testosterone in me couldn't help but notice... Holy sh**, dude was weak! Struggling with a 45 on each end of the bar. I laughed to myself and instantly added to THE RULE BOOK.

note to self -Rule# 417, never date a dude who cant lift as much as you.

i spend a few more seconds enjoying my private joke, and i am back to business...

On my last set... I noticed dude had doubled the weight on the bar. Okay... now he has my attention.

Crap!

One glance and I am caught. He peeps me watching his bench, smirks and nods. I quickly return my attentions to the floor. By the time I look back up to make sure the coast is clear... he is struggling with the weight. I look around and no one else is aware.

Crap... (*again).

I get up and quickly walk behind the bench and pull the weight off of him. He looks up at me, smiles and says.... ummm....something? (*I still had my ipod on). I assume he said the obligatory 'thanks' and proceed back to my machine. Before I can take a second step... HE is standing up in front of me, blocking my path. This is the first time I truly see him. He is beautiful. He is taller than me, maybe 6'1, his is dark brown skinned. Not just brown.. But the color of warm chocolate - FLAWLESS. I am suddenly aware of his cologne. He smiles and his face comes into focus .. inviting... and his teeth are straight, white and enveloped by his perfectly shaped lips.


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He would later tell me... he faked the whole thing with the weights... *yea, right* He follows me threw my front door, and tosses his gym bag next to mine. I sit on my couch, close my eyes, and throw my head back. He sits next to me and lays his head in my lap,... again, his scent peaks my awareness. i laugh to myself, thinking about him struggling on that bench press so long ago...

just then, he tilts his head up...'what you smiling about?'


Sunday, November 15, 2009

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Sunday, November 1, 2009

iCandy...











Something so irresistible about a well-dressed man...