Letter to My Love,
In the past.
I saw a girl at the gym today who, from behind, looked exactly like you. Her calf's were huge, her quads were thin and muscular without an ounce of fat, and she was tall and slender with brown hair in a pony tail. She also had the same graceful walk as you, completing my ignorant fantasy. I knew it wasn't you, because there was no way in hell you would ever come to my gym, but I wanted to believe it was you, so I followed this girl around the weight room for a good 20 minutes just to torture myself and imagine that I was in your presence. I yearn so badly to see you and feel your spirit, that I found it slightly comforting/miserable to follow this girl around.
When she walked over to a lat pull down machine I stayed behind her, three machines back, and did some pushups, while creepily staring at her back and imagining lovely things. When she was done with her lat pull downs she walked over to a chest press machine that caused her to look in my direction, so without allowing myself a look at her face, I circled to the other side of the gym and positioned myself four machines back, and began doing squats and situps as I stared at her. I was very stealthy, utilizing things I learned in the military to avoid detection, so there was no hint of creepiness, and no doubt in anyone’s mind that I was just a nice guy getting a good workout in to stay healthy. (Boy did I fool them) There were a few occasions where she turned her head and I almost saw her face, but I quickly looked away, making sure that my fantasy stayed pure.
Finally she turned around quickly and I saw her face by mistake. I immediately wanted to punch it because it was so fucking ugly and I felt like she had been lying to me for the last 20 minutes. How dare she have a body like you and lead me to believe that she might be you, when she was in fact a beat up, snaggletoothed, Eastern Block version of you? Her face put me in such a bad mood that I left the gym and went home to jerk myself off and shoot out the excess emotion in my body. On the drive home I felt like a piece of shit for being so pathetic that I actually got mad at the sight of that poor girl. She wasn’t ugly at all, she was actually very pretty, she just wasn’t you. Anyways when I got home I found a girl on pornhub.com who looked just like you and my day improved instantly.
With love,
Donny
In the past.
I saw a girl at the gym today who, from behind, looked exactly like you. Her calf's were huge, her quads were thin and muscular without an ounce of fat, and she was tall and slender with brown hair in a pony tail. She also had the same graceful walk as you, completing my ignorant fantasy. I knew it wasn't you, because there was no way in hell you would ever come to my gym, but I wanted to believe it was you, so I followed this girl around the weight room for a good 20 minutes just to torture myself and imagine that I was in your presence. I yearn so badly to see you and feel your spirit, that I found it slightly comforting/miserable to follow this girl around.
When she walked over to a lat pull down machine I stayed behind her, three machines back, and did some pushups, while creepily staring at her back and imagining lovely things. When she was done with her lat pull downs she walked over to a chest press machine that caused her to look in my direction, so without allowing myself a look at her face, I circled to the other side of the gym and positioned myself four machines back, and began doing squats and situps as I stared at her. I was very stealthy, utilizing things I learned in the military to avoid detection, so there was no hint of creepiness, and no doubt in anyone’s mind that I was just a nice guy getting a good workout in to stay healthy. (Boy did I fool them) There were a few occasions where she turned her head and I almost saw her face, but I quickly looked away, making sure that my fantasy stayed pure.
Finally she turned around quickly and I saw her face by mistake. I immediately wanted to punch it because it was so fucking ugly and I felt like she had been lying to me for the last 20 minutes. How dare she have a body like you and lead me to believe that she might be you, when she was in fact a beat up, snaggletoothed, Eastern Block version of you? Her face put me in such a bad mood that I left the gym and went home to jerk myself off and shoot out the excess emotion in my body. On the drive home I felt like a piece of shit for being so pathetic that I actually got mad at the sight of that poor girl. She wasn’t ugly at all, she was actually very pretty, she just wasn’t you. Anyways when I got home I found a girl on pornhub.com who looked just like you and my day improved instantly.
With love,
Donny