I realize I haven’t written about Mustang in quite a while. The truth is, I haven’t seen him in months. I actually don’t think he works out at my gym anymore. What shocks me about it, is that he never gave me any warning he was leaving. When I told him once I was thinking of moving to another gym, he just about cried, so I find it odd that he didn’t tell me. My guess? He was so heartbroken over chasing me for 2 years and getting nowhere that he just ran away from the gym.

I do have a new gym stalker though. I call him Wayne, cause he reminds me of someone I know named Wayne, but I’ve never asked for his real name. He came up to me while I was on the leg curl machine once and asked if I was at some fundraiser the week before. I responded by laughing hysterically and told him I thought it was hilarious for anyone to assume I volunteer.

I was hoping he would then think I was a bitch, but it hasn’t seemed to deter him. He approaches me every single time I’m at the gym. If I don’t play my cards right, he’s going to ask me out really soon.

Tags: gym, Mustang