It's my fault. No really - I moved and he simply couldn't come with me. Last time I moved, he was able to change location easily enough, and we continued to meet regularly. But this time...the distance proved too great. I stopped making the effort and our time together, when I did go, was not really enjoyable for either one of us.
I made the dreaded call last week and while we haven't finalized paperwork (I'm going to stop by this week and be sure I haven't left any of my stuff at his place), it'll be done by September. I truly, honestly wish Gym the best. He really was wonderful to me.
So goes an 8+ year relationship...
But the story doesn't end there.
I've met someone new!! I know, I know, I really should give myself some time before jumping into something, but this was just meant to be. I know it! I was introduced to Gym L.A.F. (yeah, I know, same first name, makes it an easy transition - ha!) by my good friend Megan. She's known him for a while but she's married, so there's nothing really going on there. The three of us have hung out twice now and I'm planning a solo visit with Gym L.A.F. today or tomorrow (we're comparing schedules). I really think this is the start of something new and wonderful for both of us.
I'll miss Gym - he always had little extras for me (read: Cheetah provided towels & a blow-dryer in the locker room; LA Fitness, doesn't.) and his views of the world (read: treadmills by the windows) were inspiring. But Gym L.A.F. has already got me excited, and, to be less than discreet, pretty wet, too (read: LA Fitness has a lap pool!!!).
#AdventuresWithGym - Chapter 2 begins.