The Gym: Missed Connections with a Treadmill

You probably don't remember me. It was yesterday evening, at about 8 p.m at the gym. You were grey and had a wide belt. You asked me if I wanted to use manual or cardio mode, and I knew it was destiny. I was the guy wearing the mesh shirt with the short haircut. I know a lot of people use you, but I'm hoping that I stood out. I was full out sprinting on you for over an hour. You may remember me for another reason, too: I had my pelvis right up against your handlebars the entire time we were together.
I thought you were amazing, and I want to get to know you better. Meet up again some time next week?

Reply to: The Gym: Missed Connections

How could I forget? I know sometimes men find it difficult to figure us out, so I'll explain something to you. When you're running so fast that your gonads are flapping up against my heart rate monitor, there's a simple solution. You set me on a higher speed. I'll meet with you, but only if you promise to respect my personal space. Just because I run with a lot of different people doesn't mean I'm a slut.

I'll never use that treadmill again.