Everything in the previous article is true, but sorely lacking in the juicy details. So let me go all Paul Harvey on you.
The truth is G has been pseudo-stalking me at the gym. Remember the Facebook post about the flower in my locker? Yup, from G. In December he gave me a present and said “happy belated birthday”. It was a pair of workout gloves. A bit awkward, yes — particularly since I never recall telling him when my birthday was nor are we friends or friends-of-friends on Facebook.
The taxi ride? Nothing besides a hug happened although it was clear he was wanting something more. At no point did he say anything about being in a relationship, long-term or otherwise.
Even this morning, after telling me his partner kicked him out of his own apartment and that the partner blames me for their breakup, he flirted with me.
That relationship has some obvious issues to work through.
And now you know … the rest of the story.
There’s a gentleman at the gym, let’s call him G, who I’ve seen most mornings in the year I’ve worked out at Rain. I had a feeling for a while he was family, but didn’t know for sure until seven or so months ago when I saw him out at the Cuff. That evening we grabbed a bite to eat after the club and shared a taxi back to Belltown (he lives a few blocks away from me). Beyond saying hello to each other at the gym, that has been the extent of my interaction with him.
Recently I’ve seen him working out with another guy in the mornings. I assumed they were together but didn’t know for sure. On Saturday night, we three happened to be on the same bus back to Belltown from the hill and did the head-nod of acknowledgement.
This morning he told me he and his partner of 17 years broke up last night and his partner blames me. G wanted to give me a heads up.
Ummm. Ok. Thanks. The most intimate contact G and I have ever had was a hug the night we shared the taxi. Behold the power of the Homewrecker — my newly revealed super power.