I might have fallen in love.
It's late night when I'm writing this blog. Couldn't sleep due to heat, itching and possible rainfall since I'm hearing vibrations outside my window.
For the last two months, I've been visiting a gym in my city. My parents told me to sign so I can stay fit and meet somebody. I started off normally, running on treadmills and lifting weights in the way only I know. But then I decided to go to group trainings. They have all kinds, from morning and yoga to pure core and hiit. On one of those group trainings, when I saw the instructor, I felt slightly warmer and couldn't take my eyes off of him.
I won't mention their name, to protect their privacy, but I might have fallen in love with the yoga instructor (actually, more than yoga). I can't tell what it is that he is drawing me towards him. Is it his tattoos? His face? The fact that he loves yoga like I do? Or his music choice at the training?
Anyways, I've been coming to his trainings to practice yoga, and see him. However, when it comes to guys, my shyness gets the better of me and I begin to avoid eye contact. I had some bad experience involving guys back in school, being bullied and all, that it might have transferred into my adulthood. I fear saying something stupid that would make me hide under bed covers, or doing something wrong that would draw too much attention.
Once, when I came to the group training that involves lifting weights, he came to teach. He was replacing another instructor. At one series, not realizing that I was holding the weights the wrong way, he came over to me. He was telling me to hold the weights widely (hands closer to the edges), but my brain and body couldn't agree between each other, so I did the opposite. That situation might have drifted the instructor away from me. He must have thought that I'm stupid, that I'm not paying attention. It is true that I've been having problems with listening and attention lately, like my mind can't process anything, and then it's all scrambled in my head.
I've been leading a battle inside my head. In that moment, reality just becomes a framed picture. It's not that I don't like socializing and that I don't care about anybody. It's just that my mind gets full of memories and fears, like a virus that cuts off what you could actually be.
I've been meaning to tell something, at least a word, to my instructor. I can't tell 'I love you' so that he doesn't get scared. Although, according to his Instagram, he has posted some selfies of himself with another woman beside him. Is it his girlfriend? His sister (they somehow seem to look a like)? Or his wife (it can't be, he doesn't have a ring)?
Anyways, I might just have to wait for him to approach me, or just 'fill' myself with confidence to ask him out. But one way or another, if I keep coming to his trainings, he is going to get curious about me.
Good night, Katarina.















