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Fuck! I guess I should be depressed right now, but I don't think I am. Or maybe I am, and I just don't know it. Dammit, this is so difficult...
Yes, it's about Asian Dreamboy.
Met him today, spoke to him in the sauna. It was pleasant, he's even nicer than I expected (and he did seem very nice from the little I talked to him before).
What we talked about isn't really important, just some chit-chat initially. He then asks me if I've had sex with a lot of guys! No, I say truthfully. Not really. Anyone else at the gym?, he wants to know. No, just you I say with a silly grin. It feels good, really good. Like I could connect with him at any second.
I think we speak a bit more, and then I take a chance and ask him, but maybe you're the kinda guy that prefers to stay single? Right then, he drops the bombshell on me...
He's engaged to a girl!!! Been for years, no plans of changing that either!!
On the inside I'm like, OH NO!
Christ, I should have seen the sign, "max headroom: 175 cm", but I guess I missed it! SMACK! AGAIN! LOL! It's so typical. Alas, it was not meant to be...
Well anyway, if he's together with a girl and don't mind a bit of a wank on the side with a guy, maybe he wouldn't have been right for me anyway. If we'd been together, who knows if he'd fancied fooling around with someone else or not...
But DAMMIT, was that a hard blow or what. I'm still reeling from it. But at least he's open to being friends. And he did say I seem nice! 
And to top it all off, Charles the old faggot fart wrote me again this morning, accusing ME of not being able to handle criticism...! I was totally stunned. After all, I was way more polite to him than he really deserved and I told him so. Not that I expect him to listen to reason...
So as you all can see, I've had a really great day today, sigh! At least my workout is going well. I'm increasing up to 50 kilos on both the leg curl and chest press next time, and cardio training is also proceeding pretty well, amongst other things. (I was going to mention that I'm going up to eight kilos on the biceps curls too, but that's a bit embarrassing in comparison so I'll skip it. Oops! Now I told ya anyway, dammit! )
-Lenny
PS: I still don't know his name...!
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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