"Should I worry?" Might as well get right to the point. I follow him in, watching his pert little bubble butt move from side to side with his stride, wondering if I would rather dry off first, or use the towel after he does. I'll borrow yours." With that, my new friend exits the lockers and heads for the showers - an open room with several shower heads around the perimeter. It occurs to me that my daily bout of depression has subsided. "Forget something?" I grab at the towel clinging to my body and give it a shake. Just as I start to wrap my towel around my waist, he bolts into my area.
My locker is in the room opposite to Cam's. It's almost closing time at the gym, and we are probably alone except for a few staff. I have a very long and accurate memory, which has stored every hurt I have ever experienced. Hey, you wanna hang out after this?" Why not. I think Ill take your advice and hit the showers." He pauses while checking me out. "No more lifting for a week or so, Cam.Cameron." "Oh, yeah." A very gentle massage to get the healing blood to flow, and Cameron is feeling better. As I reach for his tender wrist and take it into my hands, I glance up into his eyes. Here, let me." I'm not a real sports therapist, but I've picked up a few tricks along the way. Sorry for all of this." He's holding his wrist and grimacing. Fast! I can't hold it!" He rolls onto the floor just in time as my own arms give out. "Fuuuck!" He's in trouble! I race in to grab the bar and stop its downward motion. "Should I stand by, you know, just in case?" I really want to see this stud strain his sweet body against those plates. Just another ride up life's Delusion Mountain before the great big plummet. of Cameron and me making out in the showers. Some optimism just snuck into my mind, along with a vivid fantasy of."
It'll heal in a week or so, but if you help me load some plates, I can manage my set." Oh, crap.
What can I do?" Damn fine specimen at the plate rack. My new gym membership starts today and I'm here for a quick workout. Help me lift this, will you?" I turn toward the voice and the request. Once the show is over, you all go back to your happy lives, and I go home. It's just a show for the rest of you to see. Outer optimism can not heal what I feel inside. Year after damn year of living alone, working, eating, sleeping.