I knew it was too good to be true.
Let me rewind a few weeks: Not long after I joined Instagram, I started combing through other users who’d tagged themselves at my gym. I followed a few of them – men and women alike. One girl went to my gym, albeit at a different location. It wasn’t long until she followed me back and soon after that we started messaging, swapping workout tips and discussing our progress. She suggested working out together sometime, but I was about to depart for California. When I get back, I promised her.
I didn’t go on Instagram to find someone, so this was an interesting turn of events! Was this a real possibility…?
I was a bit under the weather upon my return, so last weekend was out. In the meantime I had another idea. How about a haunted house this weekend? I made it clear that it was a date. She was totally game, agreeing to it right away and joking that she’d probably be sharing my shirt. And she liked that I’d chosen something unique. Conversation was fun and flirty up until that point.
That was last Saturday.
Sunday night she posted an Instagram story. She had gone out pumpkin picking with some guy. I didn’t see him, but I saw his shadow while he was filming her goofing off with the pumpkins, pretending they were kettlebells. Well… okay. That didn’t necessarily mean anything. Could have been a friend or family member for all I knew, but I made a mental note of it all the same.
Tuesday night she posted another Instagram story. One of the clips was of her flipping through the pages of a new workout book. I noticed “To Katie” scrawled on the inside cover.
“Awesome book! Gift?” I messaged her.
“Oh. Autographed?” Maybe the guy who authored the book signed it for her.
No again. “What’s with the questions lol.”
“I saw ‘To Katie’ written inside…”
“You’re very observant lol.”
I guess I am. And I wasn’t asking out of suspicion, just genuine curiosity. However she never did say who gave it to her, which seemed a bit evasive. I didn’t press the issue beyond that exchange, but I did make another mental note.
Thursday night arrived. We’d still been chatting throughout the week, but not as much nor as flirty as it had been in the weeks prior. I couldn’t put my finger on it but something felt slightly off. Then I saw her latest Instagram story. I swiped through and suddenly I saw some guy’s mug, captioned with “three days late but here’s my #mcm.” (Man Crush Monday, for those of you who don’t know.)
Dafuq? “So who’s your man crush?” I asked.
“Oh that lol. It’s just a dare.”
“Yeah a nice guy I talk to on here. Into #gymlife and all that too. He sent me this pic on here and I told him I’ll post it on my stories. He said no you wouldn’t, so I did lol.”
“Gotcha,” I said.
But no matter which way I turned it, I couldn’t swallow it. I’m not stupid and I can connect the dots. It was time to tell this chick to pound sand, because I wasn’t going to be played like a sap. I was busy all day Friday, but I messaged her Saturday at noon and gave her the standard, vague “something came up” line.
Unsurprisingly, she messaged back with: “Okay. I actually can’t make it either.” LOL. Of course not. Probably doing something with this other guy. So that’s that. Another one bites the dust, but it was worth a shot.
Instead I called up a couple of friends and the three of us had a blast at the haunted house. I jumped a few times, but for the most part it was hard to be scared when I knew to expect people hiding in the corners and such. It was still pretty cool. At one point we walked across a gangway inside a spinning tube, and we were dizzy and disoriented as fuck afterwards. A couple of rooms and hallways were completely dark and we had to feel our way through, and it was those times that I was startled by horns and loud noises like firecrackers. And naturally we made Samantha walk in front, because she scared the easiest and was great entertainment as a result.
And with that I crossed another item off my bucket list. We did the haunted corn maze last year, but I wanted to do a proper haunted house. So that’s done. Next up I’d like to go apple picking while there’s still a little bit of time left and before everything’s picked out. Hey – there’s still the rest of the weekend! And the invitations to my Halloween party have gone out. A few people have RSVP’d that they’re coming, but it looks to be a small, intimate gathering. Well… gotta start somewhere.