Oh boy oh boy oh boy…do I have a gym sighting for you!

"He was easily the biggest guy in the gym, completely captivated my attention as he walked in slow motion from machine to machine. When my workout ended, he followed me to the locker room to tell me that he loved my blog. I’m pretty sure I was drooling and making whimpering noises until he waddled away.

Now for some much needed slash.

"It’s…impossible," Jean eyed the skinny Filipino/Dutch kid skip across the gym, his resemblance to Jean’s favorite vanity-blogger was uncanny: Noodles and Beef. Or, better known to Jean as the man of his dreams.

Stuck in San Francisco for a layover, Jean had completely forgotten that this was Dylan-territory. His heart beat quickly…perhaps he’d finally get a chance to tell the blogger how he felt. “Shoot, there he goes," Jean dropped his weights and quickly followed the lithe pinoy into the locker room, adrenaline pumping through him.

"Hey!" Great start, he thought to himself, assuming a commanding 12" height difference, “You…" he trailed, stopped in his tracks by Dylan’s vacant mutt face, “You’re Noodles and Beef, right? I-I love your blog!" Suddenly embarrassed, he ran out of the locker room.

Sigh. If only. Gym Sighting guy, should you read this, know that I just make this slash up because it’s funny to make fun of myself online.

I took some artistic liberties, like how I liberated him from his clingy t-shirt." -- Noodles and Beef