Part 1: The Uncomfortable Introduction
Katy Andersen walked into Broad Street Gym and made a beeline for the locker room. Against her better judgement, she donned a pair of pink shorts with a white stripe on the side of each hip. Sure, they were cute, but the sizing was off — too small. Not only did it make the ride to the gym uncomfortable, a massive wedgie had now risen up to claim its rightful place digging up her backside.
This was Katy’s fate for having a Netflix marathon and baking muffins and on laundry day instead of taking the time to wash gym clothes that actually fit.
Ugh, why did I wear these shorts, she thought to herself. Just like her ex, the shorts were a big mistake. Thank God her winter coat concealed the atrocity as an emergency pair of capris waited in her gym bag.
“Katy? Excuse me…is it Katy?” an unknown voice called out from behind her in the main hallway of the building. As she turned around to see who it was, the wedgie dug deeper with a one-two punch to the butt crack.
The man calling her name was now in a slow jog to catch up to her. Katy had never seen this guy at the gym before. She did a quick assessment and determined him to be 6-foot-sexy. He wore black Adidas track pants and a gray tank top that showed off his muscular arms and shoulders. This mystery man had an athletic frame — definitely her type of guy.
“I see you’re into porn?” the man asked with a smirk on his face.
“Excuse me?” Katy spoke in a calm, yet firm tone with a stern look on her face. The man’s attractiveness did not grant him a free pass for disrespect. Katy was ready and willing to crush his man-jewels with a kick to the crotch if the offenses continued.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. Food porn. I meant food porn,” he said as he demonstrated the international body language for I am an idiot: a self-induced smack to the forehead.