Boy Crazy

Okay, I fully admit it. I’m boy crazy.

My head swivels off my neck whenever hot boys pass by. And yeah, “hot” is a very relative term. Evidently I find many things hot. Beards. Nice asses. Big delts. V shaped backs. Tall guys. Hipsters in glasses. Tattoos. Floppy packages. Furry legs. A peak of chest hair. Thick legs.

The list goes on.

I see these guys at work. In the skyways. At the mall. At restaurants. Anywhere really. But mostly at my gym.

My gym during the week is near downtown Minneapolis and gets a very white collar, late 20’s to 30-something crowd. And they’re all hot in some way. It’s both motivational and disheartening.

And sometimes it’s downright dreamy.

So. While I find many men alluring in some aspect, there are a select few where I’m rendered incapable of functional thought. It’s usually guys that exhibit an abundance of traits that I find sexy. It is these men on whom I become fixated.

Smitten, if you will.

Which brings me to my latest object of my affection. He goes to my gym and I see him a few times a week. And to me, he’s hypnotically gorgeous.

He’s fit, but not ripped. He has perfectly messy auburnish hair. Sometimes a beard, sometimes mustache and scruff– but Always some sort of facial hair. He has a furry chest with slabs of pecs (which i just learned) and great legs and an ass that sits up and begs in his workout shorts.

Or his workout tights. Which he wore last night. Just tights. *swoon*

And he has these light colored eyes that just smolder.

We sometimes make eye contact at the gym, but honestly? I find him so attractive that if I do meet his gaze I almost immediately look away. And my stomach does flip flops.

Yes, I’m a teen girl. An awkward, gawky, nerdy teen girl.

The thing that throws me the most is that he looks European. There is something about his face and his look where I just get this vibe that he’s not from here. At least not originally. Which makes me do the whole “gay or European” thing?

Last night I saw him walk by (in his tights) with a full on moose knuckle vibrantly presented. I nearly swallowed my tongue. And then I saw him in the sauna at the end of my workout.

The sauna. In just a towel. Sitting there. Furry chest and pecs fully on display. Glistening and sweaty. Wet hair floopy and perfect.

He was busy on his phone, so I sat down. (If the sauna is a U, he was on the right side, I was at the bottom of the U).

As I snuck glances, I kept thinking “Put down your phone and look up. Look at me!” After five minutes, he put down his phone.

And looked up.

And we made eye contact.

We may or may not have made eye contact three more times. And headed to the showers at the same time.

I did not see any more of him, but dear lord I want to.

I’m going to the gym tonight, almost expressly in the hopes of running into him. And perhaps getting up the courage to say hi.

Wish me luck!

About cb

Nickname: Munt Measurements: 45 B, 34, 38(?) Ambition: to be the best human ever! Turn ons: long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, porn, rainbows, cock Turn offs: bad smell face, men who are full of themselves, dead puppies, popcorn, sadness
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3 Responses to Boy Crazy

  1. truthspew says:

    Oh back in the day when I used to go to the gym I’d have guys come on to me all the time.

  2. John says:

    Best of luck. And dinner!

  3. Mark in DE says:

    “gay or European” – now that’s funny but true! Please update us on this gorgeous creature.

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