I'm at the gym. Between sets on the leg curl machine.
Attempting to look somewhere other than at the 3 hot obviously straight guys on the other side of the room.
I stare out the window, which is right next to the machine I'm using.
I'm looking across the street when a guy walks by, right close to the window.
I didn't even look immediately, but noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was looking right in my direction.
He had blonde hair and was wearing track pants and a t-shirt. I glanced down, to see if he was in fact looking at me.
When I did look at him, he got a semi smile on his face.
Of course, I'm slow, so I didn't even smile. I didn't look away, but I didn't smile either.
After he moved past the part of the window that I was at, I turned away.
Man, was he hot. There's something about a guy checking me out and being interested that really turns me on.
I wondered where he was headed, not even considering what he was wearing.
I went back to doing my leg curls, still thinking about him.
When I finished that set, I looked around the gym. He was at the back of the gym now, just starting to workout.
I probably wouldn't have even noticed him (what with his back being to me) but he turned and looked right at me.
He wasn't smiling, but he was watching me. Of course, I turned away.
What my eyes (and movements) said was that I'm either not interested or straight.
What actually happened is that I freaked out.
I'm still too scared to talk to another guy. I don't even know what I'm scared about.
I can talk to people (women and straight men) that I don't even know about being gay,
but I can't walk up to a guy that shows interest in me and talk to him.
And that's just not going to cure the awful and non contagious virginity virus I'm forced to bear.
Woe is me... Woe is me... Okay, maybe that was a little too much drama.