I did it did it did it (true story)

To all of you who dared me to talk to sexy trainer, well, time to hand over the money!!!! hehe yes, you all know where i'm going with this.
Anyway, I wasn't expecting to see him at the gym at all, since he works in the mornings. And today, my parents wanted to go to LA in the early day time. So I was going through the day, all depressed because yesterday was the last day I (would have) saw/seen him, and was expecting to go to the gym at 6ish, after dinner. But then the electricity went out, and NOTHING worked. Unless I planned to blind myself by reading in the fading light of the already cloudy day, it was probably a bad choice to do just that. So, my mom recommended the gym. And since i was gonna go later in the day anyway, i sighed and went.
I get there, and as usual there's old people. and 20% people under the age of 30. But whatever, it's fine, since i'm there to exercise and get into shape. Then 30 min into the workout, BAM. He walks in.
Nope, not the trainer. But, someone who is clearly taller, nice-face-r, and has more of the tall, dark and handsome going for him. God, I could not stop staring at him. He was, i dunno, latino mixed with some european?!?!? But he was hot. And his muscles were almost as nice as the trainer's. But not nearly as prominent enough. Anyway, as I was drooling over Mr.Sexy#2, my eyes of their own accord, decides to switch to the entryway. Aaaaand who was standing there, carrying his white sports bag, casually lounging talking to a manager, his body so perfect and delicious....but my beautiful trainer. i almost started praying to the god that doesn't exist.
So during this entire time, i'm trying really hard to fight back the HUGE and i mean HUGE grin that's threatening to swallow my face. and failing. i keep giggling into my towel, and peeking at him. i hope the elliptical people thought i was giggling at whatever i was listening to on the iPod, and not because i was blessed by lady luck, and a case of the crazies (i'm permanently affected, btw)...
So i'm still on the elliptical, wondering where the hell my luck came from, and still pedaling (albeit a bit slowly, since all the blood was going to my brain), when my eyes switch to focus on a middle point between the new guy on the weight pully thing and the trainer in the entryway, talking to an old man. Gah. My head almost exploded with all the hotdamnsexy testosterone that was floating all over the place, and into my nostrils.
Then, the lights went out. well, not on purpose of course (though i wish at that moment, trainerman was standing next to me. then i would've shown him what pleasure truly issssss: a lick of his perfect biceps.-i never said it was for his pleasure). the steady pouring of rain has ruined more than my house's connection with the electric, light-filled world. anyway, there was no outcry, and the people on the ellipticals just chuckled and kept on going. then in 4 seconds, the lights came back on and our eyes met for a brief second. he was so gorgeous, standing there in his manly yet relaxed posture, looking amused. *sigh*
so then, he sits in the little office/cave/group desks thing, and takes out a magazine to read. at this point, i'm thinking i need to talk to him today. but wait, i can't! it's too embarassing. and then i thought of the perfect plan. i will write him a little note to express my emotions and give me closure. and upon thinking up that scheme, i proceeded to feel a billion butterflies in my stomach threatening to fly out. ah, the nervousness! then i hoped that he would start walking around and not sit in that office thingy, so that a bunch of other employees would not witness my embarassment.
i went into the locker room and then showered, all the while thinking of what i was going to write. and then i got it! after putting on clothes (lolz) i sat down and my hand flew like the thoughts in my brain. The final masterpiece:
"To Workout God,
Thank you for being eyecandy in the past couple of workouts. I'm going back to college, so in case I never have a chance later to say this, you have the sexiest smile I have ever seen =)
-L"
After folding it threeways (after checking it for grammatical errors fiftymillion times) I put it in a little yellow money envelope thing (it looks classier inside an envelope than just a white piece of paper, and that was the only envelope inside my bag). Then, grabbing all my shit, I left the locker room and searched for him. He was with a trainee in the weight room. Just for a few seconds, i turned towards the door, hoping i'd come to my senses and run away, as fast as i could. But then i said (in my mind, not out loud, thank god) "Fuck it, i'm not gonna see him for a longg ass time. or any of these gym rats. FUCK IT" and then walked inside. since he was training someone, his back was turned towards me, and i don't think he saw me walk up to him. So i gently placed my hand on his right bicep (which was fucking sexy, all hard and smooth and gorgeous and HARD, gah) and said "excuse me?" He sorta turned, and i continued "this is for you" and gave him the envelope. After a brief like, 1 mili-second pause, he said "thank you." and took it. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEe. his trainee was staring at me. and probably the rest of the fucking gym. but i gracefully and quickly left.
And after sitting in my car, i screamed 30393848 times and laughed twice that much.
It was the most exhilirating thing ever.
He definitely, probably read it. I wonder what the look on his face was.
If only i could have seen that sexy grin!!!!

But thank you god, buddha, allah, lady luck, or whoever made this day the best day ever!!!!
<3 <3 <3