In the Name of Love

The first time I noticed him he was talking to a guy in the gym and querying when his expecting wife was due. It was appealing in a someday sort of a way. As in someday, I hope that my husband goes to the gym. And I hope that he is friendly with the other guys at the gym and remembers if their wives are pregnant and queries as to their well being.

The next time I saw him we shared an elevator with two other people. He was wearing scrubs and explaining his job selling medical devices to his neighbors. And, particularly because their questions were annoying, he seemed nice. I added that to the someday list: gym, friendly, nice.

I assumed, for whatever reason, that he had a wife (probably because of all those someday characteristics), but the third time I saw him was in church. And he was alone. And the wheels started spinning.

Following that there was one random elevator conversation (about running) and some cyber stalking on my part.

And then, the fourth time I saw him, it was love. It was love because in addition to being a gym going, friendly nice guy that goes to church (alone and doesn't wear a wedding ring so might be single), he roots for my college's football team.

Since it was love, when I saw him in the gym on my way home from work tonight, I had to make an appearance. So I put on my cutest gym clothes (and some lip gloss) and went to the gym. The problem was that the plan called for a bike (which I wanted to do on the trainer while I watched house) and a swim (which I never really intended to do) so I decided on an upper body/core workout. I think it was a good choice because I caught him looking at me while I did sit ups and I'm sure he was impressed with my push ups (he spent some time in the armed forces). Despite him being on the treadmill we commented on last week's game and the likelihood that my team will get a new coach.

I timed it so that we'd leave together and we talked more. About football. And he still doesn't know my name. And he might have a girlfriend. But I'm pretty sure its love and he's the one. I'll keep you posted. Hopefully I'll be lifting weights in the name of love again sooner rather than later, because I'm ready for someday.