I need to bring him up again. Fit guy at the gym. Although now I can call him Mark because recently he actually wore his name badge so I finally managed to figure out what he is called. So, if you have been reading this series (Diary of a Single Girl) then you will know that I have fancied the pants off this guy for quite a while. He is usually at the desk or by the pool when I visit my gym and so I tend to manage an awkward 3 line conversation before I run to the refuge of the changing rooms feeling rather flustered. It’s pretty pathetic really. I have always had the feeling that he might like me, he seems to want to make conversation and he tends to come into the gym when I am in to chat to the instructor there for a few minutes before flashing me a smile and heading off.
Anyway, on Sunday I went in and felt a little disappointed that I didn’t see him sat at the desk so I headed upstairs to complete my work out. Half way through, he comes in to the gym and it turns out he is covering for someone. We got chatting as usual but this time I didn’t really have anywhere to escape to and I actually managed a full conversation. He seemed to be flirting and we had a laugh – my instincts tell me that this guy is interested, and hot, so I should go for it- who knows what could happen. But that is where my problem is. I don’t know what to do.
Technology has made dating seem a lot less intimidating for me. Thanks to Tinder and the art of texting, I have managed to flirt with several guys over the past few months, confidently hidden by my phone. And after breaking the ice and chatting over Whatsapp I have been able to go out and meet people in person. I pretty much have the whole online dating down to a tee now. Flirt and chat about jobs and living situations, move on to jokes about how lame Tinder is and after a day or so of chit chat, offer your number and take it from there. It’s so far proved to be a fool proof method and my contact list is slowly growing with random numbers labelled with a mans name and a cute emoticon (Cue: Matt winky face and Pete Embarrassed Monkey). But now I have met someone in real life. Some one who I actually have a physical attraction to and who frankly makes me weak at the knees and turns me into a bit of a giggling school girl. He seems nice and funny and there is that good old-fashioned connection. Which I don’t want to go away. But in an age where instant messaging and alcohol fuelled hook ups are the norm, I don’t know the first thing about how to take the next step.
I feel silly just asking for his number, would be mortified if I invited him out for a drink and he said no and dread him revealing that he actually has a girlfriend sat at home. I don’t know where to go next and I imagine that he isn’t going to take the lead on this one a) because he comes across as a little shy like me and b) he’s at work and it might not be appropriate. Maybe I just need to grow a pair, and write my number down for him. Assertive girls are sexy right? But then the fear of rejection and having to see him every time I go to workout is almost too much to bear!
Maybe online dating isn’t such a revolutionary thing after all. Maybe it’s killing the art of human interaction. Now that’s a sombre thought!