I ran into a familiar face recently, and I have been strolling down memory lane ever since.

In college I was madly in love with a guy named Max, even though we weren’t right for each other at all.

Have you ever experienced a romance like that? It was terrible, but it was amazing at the same time, much like how I expect hard drugs would be. I was addicted to Max, until he dropped out of school and moved away one day. Just a month ago I was going to the gym like normal when I saw there was a new employee in the weight room. It was Max, who apparently had turned his life around and was working as a personal trainer. There was no question the weight lifting had worked for him, because Max was mouthwateringly fit, and had never looked better in his life. As good as he looked, I still knew better than to go talk to him, instead I left the gym and didn’t go back for a week. Finally I worked up the nerve to go back for my normal yoga class, and avoided the weight lifting area altogether. Yoga is always an amazing workout, and it makes me feel alive, so I was feeling a natural high on my way out of class. Max caught up with me just out front of the gym, and asked me how I was doing. He offered to be my personal trainer, and when I said no he asked me out on a date! And I said yes, because apparently I’m an idiot.

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