Hey cute guy at the gym, with your amazing eyes, perfect 5 o’clock shadow and bronzed skin. I just wanted to let you know that I look forward to working out because I know you will be there every day around 6pm. And while I am huffing and puffing on my elliptical, I can glance down the other side of the gym while you workout on that weird cardio machine that all the guys use, and you motivate me to keep going just a few minutes longer.
And I think it is fate that today you parked just two cars down from me, in your shiny, new Lexus, in the lot across the street from the gym. And you just happened to walk out of the gym a few minutes after me so when I was driving out, I could pretend like I didn’t notice you, but I saw you push the clicker on your keychain to unlock your car (that’s how I know you drive a Lexus) and I was, in fact, staring at you of the corner of my eye.
My name is Tracy. I am not a stalker. I promise. What’s your name?
