Update: My 6’7″ Gym Crush

It’s been a few weeks since the 6’7″ giant at my gym first short-circuited my brain, and things have shifted. We’ve moved past silent nods to brief, quiet small talk. I also catch him glancing over when he thinks I’m not looking.

The real moment that shattered me happened yesterday. I was struggling to rerack a heavy dumbbell after goblet squats. Out of nowhere, his arms reached around me, effortlessly lifting the weight I couldn’t budge. As he slid it into place, his huge, calloused hand completely covered mine. The sheer scale difference was overwhelming. My hand looked and felt delicate next to his. Definitely at least twice the size of mine.

He pulled back with a slight grin and said, “There you go, little man.” That casual, nickname has been echoing in my head ever since. I’m completely consumed by the tension, too shy to make a real move, but more certain than ever that the fantasy of being dominated by his raw strength is all I can think about.