Gym Stalker

This is what I get for being friendly--my very own gym stalker. Here's what happened. I'm about to walk into the club and gs is blocking the entrance because his ID card is lost somewhere in his gym bag. But instead of going around him, I wait for him to complete his search and rescue mission. Thanks, he said. No problem, glad you found your card. I'm Ian, what's your name? And so it begins... We trade a couple of March Madness picks before I kindly excuse myself and head to the locker room. It was so nice meeting you, says gs. You too, have a good workout. All changed and iPod ready, I head out to the cardio room. Oh hi again! Yeah, like I didn't see this coming. Niceties are exchanged (again) and I speed walk to my treadmill. Twenty minutes later, I'm huffin' and puffin' and trying my darnedest to stay on the rotating belt. Here comes gs. Oh Lord! Really? I fake like I can't hear him through my headphones. But like any good gs, he continues to talk. I'm considering squirting him with my water bottle but he'd probably go buy me another one. So instead I do the next best thing. How about we chat later, I say? gs smiles happily and exits stage right. After my run, I survey the room and make a quick run for it. I doubt it will take him long to find my replacement.