Three months ago now, I was approached at the laundry mat to join a local strength and conditioning gym. I went to the free class and long story short I’ve been addicted ever since.
The gym has become my social life, for better or for worse, and just in the last few weeks I have been able to transition from a friendly “hello” in class to actual social activities outside of gym hours, and it’s been a much-needed outlet.
So when I was asked to go out with the group for a night on the town last weekend, I was super pumped. For the first time since I’ve moved back, I went through the full “get ready” process and out I went.
And it was so fun. I got to know everyone so much better, added some digits to my phone (platonically) and got to engage in my favorite type of talk - bro talk.
In particular, one of my fellow gym mates and I really got rolling talking, platonically, about weightlifting. (I know, I hate myself for it too) And sports. And beer. A true “man” talk.
Now here’s where it gets tricky. He’s married. And I knew this, but I didn’t think talking to men in a group setting where you all share a common interest or activity is improper. And it isn’t. But what if someone has other ideas?
On Sunday I get a text message with a link to a YouTube video. It’s a montage of people falling down. Terrible, but hilarious. I write back something exceedingly clever like “haha.” A few more message exchanged about our respective hangovers and then on our merry ways. Again, I think nothing of this.
Fast forward to last night, I get a call. He’s asking me how our gym barbecue was earlier in the day. “Great time, too bad you couldn’t make it!” I respond. And then I get this: “I can’t stop thinking about you. I think I’m going to break up with Katie.”
Gahhhhhhhh! What in the name of God is going on here?! Why does a conversation about bench press and a “haha” get me this type of attention but my unrequited love remains just that?
I hate it too because I think it makes things weird in my happy place - the gym. Where his wife also goes! And for those of you wondering how I handled this, I brushed aside the first part and advised that he sleep on it and that he’d realize in the morning, sans the obviously extreme amounts of alcohol he had ingested that night, what a BAT SHIT CRAZY THING he was saying.
So we’ll see what today brings. Honestly, I’d prefer not to address it again. I’m hoping for a blackout; that he neither remembers calling nor what he said. I want (need!) the gym to be a drama-free zone. It is literally the one thing in my life right now that makes me feel good; I can’t lose it because some guy is having a marital crisis!
(Just so it’s clear, the gym is set up similarly to Crossfit, so there are set class times that we all attend, lest you are thinking “Hey dumbshit, go at a different time and just avoid him,” it’s not quite that easy. I can only make the one time slot per day, so it’s all or nothing in that regard.)
I’m not sure how to wrap this up so I’ll just make one last bewildered statement on the subject - Why, universe? Can’t I just have this one sanity-preserving outlet, free of charge? I’ve lost a lot lately, so why don’t ya give me a fucking pass here!