One day I remember complimenting her perfect lunges, which he credited to himself before wrapping his arm around her hips and rubbing her forearm with his giant fingers. He would always bring his girlfriend to the gym.

This guy was a personal trainer at my old gym in Queens whom I side-eyed routinely. Suddenly my phone buzzed and I saw the dots moving: “I know you,” he wrote. last fall, so I figured we must have met at some point while I was living back east. I made the move from New York City to L.A. Believe me, as a closeted horny gay kid in Texas, I fantasized about it constantly but the opportunity passed me by-until now.Įarlier this summer, I was on my way home from the gym-in full mask and gloves, and before Los Angeles gyms shut down for a second round of closures-when I saw a face I recognized on Grindr. I was never the gay teenager who experimented with curious “straight” boys.