Aug 27, 2008 5:25 AM GMT
OMG! BROMANCE! Perhaps this is what I'm feeling. I just started school again and I met a nice young guy my first day of P.E class, a former high school wrestler, kinda chubby now. He literally latched onto my arm and wouldn't let go until I agreed to train him. I wavered for a moment because I have my own goals to reach, however, he had this look of utter trust and admiration and ofcourse flattered me with accolades. I agreed, however, a problem with my schedule was revealed and turns out, I was in the wrong class! I only got to do two workouts with him, but my god, they made a difference. I could already see my handy work showin up on him. I figured I'd just cut him off because I'm not in that class anymore, but I couldn't stop thinking about how I promised to help him and how happy he was during our sessions.
I've seen him workout...pitiful. He needs my help if he's gonna lose that paunch! This is why I'm going to take the time to train him anyway during my personal time. I never do this, but I remember after our first workout, he's never been worked over that well before and he jumped up and hugged me, told me he appreciated the opportunity. I don't want to fuck him, but I'm feeling some serious bromantic vibrations and I gotta see this through.