I find myself in a situation that I had not imagined could happen at my age. I work out regularly at a neighborhood gym. There certainly is a lot of eye candy there and I don’t mind looking. There is this one guy there who, in my eyes, is physically perfect. He has a gymnast’s body – not huge muscles but every one of them finely defined. He is somewhere between his late thirties and early forties. I think he is just beautiful.
So two days ago, he walks by me as I was doing some biceps curls and I looked at him, I guess I always do. After I finished my sets I went over to do some calf extensions because the station was close to where he was working out and I could watch him. When I was finally leaving the gym, he was at another station and I glanced at him and caught his eye. I left and went to my car and, when I was about to back out, he was standing behind my car. I was in a hurry because I had a meeting so I honked my horn, he moved away and I left.
Today, when I arrived at the gym, he was already there. He was doing some pull-ups and later handstand pushups. He had probably gotten there early and been working hard because he was drenched in sweat and after a while he stopped working and just walked around. After some time of just walking around, he got his bag and left. I was quite surprised when I left about 30 minutes later and found that he was sitting in his car which was parked next to mine. I got in my car, and then we looked at each other. He got out of his car and walked around mine, then got back into his car and looked at me again. I just drove out and he drove out behind me and was behind me for a couple of blocks before disappearing. I guess we’re acting like nervous teenagers.
The problem is that I’m married. I’ve been with my husband 17 years and we have 2 young sons. But this man is definitely fantasy material. It would be easy for me to take some time after my workout to make the fantasy a reality. I know nothing about him other than he’s gorgeous and has, inexplicably, taken an interest in me. He could be married, too, for all I know. I don’t know if he realizes that I’m old enough to be his father. People have a hard time believing that I’m 65, but I have 7 grandchildren ranging from 8 to 21.
I’m conflicted. Maybe we could be friends, workout buddies. Maybe he can be my trainer. Of course there are plenty of people in the gym he can do these things with, so he’s probably interested in something more. Who knows? Maybe we’ll talk and he’ll lose interest. The truth is that I want him. But maybe the fantasy should stay a fantasy.