Date: April 27, 2025
Author: Chris Andrews
I don’t know when it started, but it’s been a few months now, and every time I walk into the gym, I can’t help but notice her. The trainer. She’s always there at the same time I am, pushing herself just as hard, if not harder, than the people she’s training. There’s something about the way she carries herself—confident, yet approachable—that draws me in. And I think she knows it.
At first, it was just a casual exchange of pleasantries, a smile here, a quick word there. But as I kept coming back day after day, it started to feel like more. She’d greet me with a little extra enthusiasm, ask how my day was, and even throw in a few compliments about my progress. It felt… nice. Too nice. I wasn’t used to that kind of attention, especially from someone as fit and confident as her.
Then one day, she asked me if I’d be interested in a personal training session. At first, I thought it was just part of the job, something she asked everyone. But the way she said it—like it was something personal, something between just the two of us—made me pause.
I laughed it off. Made a joke about how I wasn’t ready to give up my pride and pay for a session just yet. But her face changed. She didn’t laugh with me. Instead, she looked a little upset, and I immediately regretted making light of it.
I guess it hit me then—she’s not just being friendly. She’s interested. I could feel it. That moment lingered, and the rest of the workout was awkward. The air between us felt charged in a way I hadn’t noticed before.
But here’s the problem: I’m married. And no matter how much I try to convince myself that it’s harmless, it’s not. I love my wife. I know I do. But there’s something about this trainer that’s starting to make me question everything. I feel like I’m walking a fine line, teetering between harmless flirtation and something more dangerous.
I’ve tried to convince myself that it’s just the chemistry of the gym, that she’s just doing her job, encouraging her clients to push themselves. But I can’t ignore the way she looks at me when she catches me slacking off, or how she touches my arm when she’s correcting my form. It’s the little things that seem to mean so much more.
I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. I find myself wondering if she still expects me to take that training session, or if she’s already moved on. I’m stuck in this space where I’m trying to respect my marriage, but at the same time, the temptation to see where this could go is too strong to ignore.
I guess I’m writing this because I don’t know what to do. I feel guilty, I feel torn. I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially not my wife, but I don’t want to keep lying to myself either. Maybe I’m just overthinking it, maybe this will all blow over. But right now, all I can think about is her, and that’s something I’ve never felt before.
