i was feeling lit this afternoon.
it was stemming from:
“insecure” on hbo
the great interview i had this morning
as i was walking to go home,
something told me to stop into gnc for multivitamins.
that’s where i saw him.
…of pure masculine gym wolf working behind the counter.
his biceps in his fitted polo shirt>>>>
he could be straight so i just kept him as eye candy.
“can i help you with something?” he asked.
“i’m just looking for multivitamins.
i need some with energy.”
so he grabbed the “sport” and gave it to me.
so when i got to the register,
“do you come here a lot?”
but i’d love to cum for you a lot.
i thought you were coming for supplements or anything.”
i don’t work out,
but i am looking for a trainer.”
i can’t even afford the word “trainer” right now,
but i wanted to see where this was going.
“how much are you willing to pay?”
“it all depends really.”
“i got friends who are trainers so…”
“do you have a card?”
he said no,
but proceeded to write his number on a piece of paper.
he came off kinda nervous since his colleagues were around.
“i’ll text you my number.” i said before i left.
when i got home,
i looked at the paper,
but i can’t really figure out if it’s “8”s or “2”s.
his writing is “chicken scratch city”,
and that’s not hate because mine is as well,
but i do want to text him.
i’m not really looking for a trainer right now,
but i want him to remember who i am.
i don’t know what to say in the intro text tho.
hopefully he gets down because i’d really love some protein.