This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life.
First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty + year old, still sexually active, bi, woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall, what were 36 Cs are now 38 Ds. I was, I thought, a perfect 36-24-39 now I'm still perfect but in different sizes. I am gifted with green eyes.
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Linda told me there was no escaping the fact that I needed more exercise. Up until she said those words I thought we were friends. Two weeks later my doctor confirmed it. I need more exercise. The two women I thought would never betray me, Linda and my doctor had both said the "E" word. Did I mention that I detest formal, in the gym, exercise? Well, I do, and always have. To make it worse, if that is even possible, they implied age by suggesting a "Silver Sneakers" program at a local gym.
So an appointment was made and I had the name of a guy who was supposed to guide me in my entry to "Senior Exercise." I couldn't wait to meet Henry. Maybe I would get lucky and he would turn out to be Henri and take me dancing in Paris.
When I arrived at the Big Box Mega Giant gym the nice young woman behind the counter told me 'H' was just finishing up with another client and would be only a few minutes. Even less than gym exercise I detest 20 year old skinny girls with braless perky tits under a way to tight spandex body suit giving me the old lady look.
I told myself to get over it. In an hour or two I'll be in a wine bar sipping merlot.
If I had any hope Henry would pick up my day it was crushed when he introduced himself. Damn if Henry was not close to my age. Did I mention that if it has to be a man I prefer them about 22 years old.
The guy was a one on one fitness coach and I saw no sign of muscle bulk anywhere. Did I mention that if it has to be a man I prefer visible, touchable big muscles?
Henry did have a great smile so there was that. A great smile in a somewhat balding grey head with a small beard. The packaging so far left me not at all curious about any other packaging.
Henry introduced himself, brought me to a locker to leave my things and suggested we go for a walk and talk.
A Walk? What, around the gym? No, old Henry was truly evil. We walked right over to a tread mill. He showed me how it worked and we walked. Me on one machine him on the one next to it. We walked and talked. Henri was full of questions. When he asked me what I hoped to get out of the Silver Sneakers program I told him I wanted to just get out and go next door to the wine bar for a glass of merlot.
He laughed and told me I was a woman after his own heart.
So we walked and talked. He asked questions, I answered questions. I asked questions, he answered questions. I noticed that some of his questions were personal and not "workout" related at all.
He asked about weight history and laughingly said yes he really had to know. He asked if I was married. I lied and told him I was a widow. When he started with condolences crap i brazenly told him that my husband died years ago but Beth, my wife and the love of my life and I were together for 15 years until she died suddenly two years ago.
If he was going to ask personal questions I would just put it out there and see how he reacts. His reaction was perfect. He looked at me and said: "You appear to be an in your face honest person. I think you will do very well with this exercise program." "Are you mostly concerned about a growing middle or how your butt looks in shorts?"
Even I had to laugh. He knew exactly what I was trying to test and was not going to bite. I knew then I was going to like this guy.