The Gym Man.

There’s a man at my gym that happens to work out at the same time I do and has been pretty much every weekday for the past two years. Yesterday, for the very first time, we accidentally chanced upon each other outside the gym both on our way in and momentarily froze. It was disconcerting, seeing the man and being seen by him in regular non-gym clothes and in a non-sweaty face. I felt oddly exposed, like my identity was found out, that now we knew too unnecessarily much about each other, and that things would never be the same.