Luckily, he actually had a photo of his face and not his torso, which as any queer man can tell you, is rare. I hopped on Grindr, thinking he may still be in the area, and there he was.

I told myself I’d build up the courage, walk over to him, and introduce myself when I finished my set, but by the time I was done, he was nowhere to be found. We locked eyes while he was squatting at the rack and both looked away coyishly. I met my current boyfriend at the gym, but I’d have to award Grindr the assist.