So there's this guy at the gym...

He's stocky, a little chubby, a little muscly, his torso covered in thick dark hair. About 5'9", maybe 35 to 40. Very cute face, always clean shaven, but that doesn't last long on him. In other words - poifect! Judging from the way he dresses (ironed khakis, laundered shirts - usually plaids or pastels) and his earnest expression, I guess him to be a high school counselor, or coach, or maybe the manager of a credit union. I have seen him off and on for maybe three years, only in the dressing room. Our paths don't cross otherwise. How should I say? I'm never disappointed to see him.

The shower room has individual stalls with three quarters of a door. Today when I was coming out of my shower stall, there he was! waiting outside the door. "For that particular head" he said - as in shower head. (Did he say that???) The words formed on my tongue "Why didn't you knock?", but I didn't blurt them out.

That such things still happen to me...well, I'm glad.