Starter for Pride

On Saturday morning I am up early. It is Cape Town Pride and there is a lot to look forward to.

I am supposed to meet Andrew and Ian for breakfast, then we're going to watch the procession and attend the carnival afterwards. The idea is for us to meet at around 11am.

I figure there's enough time beforehand to go to gym.

And thus begins the story of one of the most shameless things I've ever done.

So I'm at the gym doing arms because I want to wear a tank top and therefore must have good arms, so I'm doing those tricep pulley-thingys.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot this guy. He is big, muscular and tall. I'm about 6' and he is definitely a head taller than me. Maybe he's about 6'4.

He has dark olive skin that is shining with sweat in the Saturday morning light. He is fucking sexy actually. I want him.

We glance at each other. He isn't mixed-race, looks more Latin American / Brazilian.

Next, I am at the water cooler and he is at the water cooler. And then I am standing doing arms and he appears next to me, doing arms.

On paper I am not convinced he's gay. He's very tall, very muscular but has an air of straight about him.

My hypothesis of this is based on:
1/ He has good legs (most gays only ever do upper body)
2/ None of his clothes appear to be designer
3/ He hasn't really looked at me - he's just ended up doing the same exercise next to me.

Whatever happens next, I'm not entirely sure but a conversation continues along the lines of:

Pablo (for thus is what this guy shall be known as, striking up a conversation)
It's hot today...

Bobby (trying to stop nervous-leg-shake syndrome)
Yes, it is... shouldn't really be in the gym but you know... gotta work out.

Pablo
Yeah (laff, laff...) is better to be spending it at beach

Bobby
Yeah - you don't sound South African, where are you from?

Pablo
I am from Brazil (surprise, surprise...), you also no sound South African?

Bobby
I'm on holiday from England.

Pablo
So you do anything interesting while you here?

Bobby (pretending to be absolutely clueless about South Africa)
Not really, this-and-that...

Pablo
What kind of thing do you like doing?

Bobby
Haha, depends I guess.

Pablo
Haha, well there's a lot to see...

Bobby (sarcastic but SO fucken flirty)
Yes, haha - well maybe not right here in the gym!

Pablo (laughing)
Haha, no... but somewhere maybe?

Bobby
You got an hour to kill?

Pablo
Yeah....

Bobby
Do you have a car?

Pablo
Let me get my gym bag and I follow you.

I say that that's how the conversation went, but of course I'm not sure.

What I do know was that it didn't last for more than two minutes and what is sure is that he ended up underneath me.

We interacted in the bedroom and again in the shower because we'd both just walked out of the gym, mid-exercise and still a bit sweaty, having collected our togs and left.

I still cannot believe that I picked up a guy at the tricep machine at the gym.

Driving back to the hotel I was convinced that we has going to take a left turn behind me when I took a right.

So at one point during our period of interaction, I lifted my eyes to heaven and said "God, I so fucking love you at this point."

Afterwards we showered and he began to put his clothes on but I stopped him.

"Wait... listen. I am supposed to meet friends for lunch but I'm late - and they're SO not going to believe my excuse, so do you mind standing over there, next to the bed?"

"Thanks mate and maybe see you at the gym sometime."

"Haha, I hope you don't get into much trouble."

We kiss, he leaves, I dress and go for lunch.