There’s a boy at the gym who I’ve had a crush on for a year. We’ve been out a few times in groups and whenever he talks to me I feel like he likes me, but he never asks for my number or asks me out. A while back he used to put the ball in my court by telling me–when you’re going to so-and-so, let me know, I’d love to come. Then when I’d invite him he’d show up, we’d have a good time, then he wouldn’t ask to see me again.
instead i’d get: see you around the gym.
Clearly he’s not into me. Clearly I’m crazy if I think he likes me. He’s just a flirt, right? He’s a total hottie and he knows it, so he taunts, teases, and watches in glee as he walks away from my totally confused face.
That was a while back. lately he turns me down when i offer to go out. what a loser i am. he turns me down repeatedly and i still ask. sigh. so i guess its safe to assume that we’ll never have sex, right? even better–we’ll never have babies, which is a shame because our babies would be precious.
i’d settle for head. maybe he’d let me give him head? i suppose i could ask, but who wants to get turned down for that.
‘thanks but no thanks’ he say, ‘i’d rather get my dick sucked by someone who isn’t such a loser’.
he’d say this with his thumb and second finger in the shape of an L on his forehead.
(did anyone else here the ‘All Star’ song in their heads? me too dude)
He doesn’t even go to my gym anymore. Blah. Scared another one away I see. How terrific.
I scare them away all the time. I guess that’s why I gave up…