BF#3 - The Return Visit

I had attempted this plan (though it was very loosely put together and not thought outwell at all) 6 months earlier on one person I’d met.  I’d been visiting the gym at work and there was a resident personal trainer who hung around.  I was trying to get in shape for a trip and he offered to help.  I took him up on it.  He looked like a wounded linebacker with big brown eyes.  He knew he was good looking which surprised me that he hit on me at times though it was very low key as he tried very hard to not cross the line of being professional.  Though he did talk to every other girl within a 2 foot radius, I was happy to make the cut.

We kind of became friends.  I liked to ask questions and he liked to talk about himself.  He knew a great deal about nutrition and working out and I needed the sure direction.  My only deal with him was that he loved himself so much he didn’t understand why you would ever want to talk about yourself.  He constantly wanted the attention and never once asked me a question about myself.  It was fine with it for a time – I like the attention I got when I was with him.  People stared and I felt like I was part of the cutesy crowd that I cursed at all the time.

Eventually, he got another job and kept in touch with me, periodically.  Finally enough time had passed that I suggested we get together to catch up.  I told him he could take me to brunch which he accepted.  I was happy to get brunch at my favorite place on a Sunday.  I was happy I didn’t have to pay for it and for the compliments on my looks.  Only as he walked me to my car did I realize the actual transactions that occurred on these little dates I set up.  On the way to the car, his hand kept finding my waist.  At the car, he hung around as I put my stuff inside.  He wanted to hug, to cuddle (which actually wasn’t that bad since he was built like a wrestler and smelled like chocolate).  He told me I was beautiful, I was wonderful, I was great to see again.  How he missed me, how he wanted to kiss me.  I literally said, “Oh yeah, that’s right. You bought me breakfast.” And let him kiss me.  He was too much into himself to notice how degrading that was.  But I felt a little degraded.  But in the end, I guess he became BF#3 since he always had something sweet to say, though it was usually corny.  I treated him with kid gloves because I had a feeling he had a bit of a temper – nothing scary, but just something to avoid.  I never put too much into being with him and he never came off his golden stallion of an ego to make the effort to be with me on a real level.  It worked out for the Winter, though.  I never paid for anything when I was with him.  I just had to listen to him talk, which was a lot easier than I thought.