I've been going to the office gym every morning. D may be the foundation of that decision as it is impossible to start my day badly when watching his fine ass on a spin bike. God bless mirrored walls and treadmills that angle just so. He has begun offering a nod and a smile when he sees me, in and out of the gym.
Irony? The female population in the gym has steadily increased. We are all watching the same ass. Craptastic, no?
I am considering yoga. Perhaps a few well-placed stretches will serve my purpose. Mirrored walls can help, not hurt, in some cases. Although I've also considered bringing my eBook reader to the gym as a more natural means to strike up conversation. As a man, surely electronics will peak his interest even if Downward Dog does not.
My caution in approaching him can only mean one thing. Or two. Either I am really interested in D or I am enjoying the subtle chase of flirtation far more than the prospect of capturing the prize. Or three possibilities. I want it to be his idea.
Can it be all of those at once, I wonder?
Note to self: "Mia, it's time to distract yourself by messing with the boss again. Plan sticky note attack."