It's getting busier in the apartment complex and I am no longer the only person using the gym. A few days ago there were a couple of Middle Eastern guys in there too: after their workout, one of them (Reza) comes over to say hello. His English is not that good, but he invites me to his place for drinks sometime, and over to the pool at Hartamas Heights (another apartment block behind this one) - as his friend lives there with his wife. He also invites me to dinner with them all, which is really friendly of him: always nice to meet new people, especially if they are going to cook for you.
He then asks me how old I am, and I tell him, and he acts completely shocked and says that he’d put me at 32… How nice!
I go to the gym later in the week and I hear loud music and guess there must be a class going on or something: actually it’s Reza and his friends, with their own music. Him and his friends are in front of the workout mirror doing some (badly coordinated) aerobics, which I try not to laugh at.The music's very loud and I must admit, a bit annoying, and they seem to have taken over the whole gym: their sweaty towels over most of the equipment. Before I get all arsey about it, I actually think it's nice to have a bit of life about the place, so I let it go. I have a quick chat with Reza after his 'dancing' and again, he asks me for dinner – that evening – before commenting that he thought my legs were really lovely and spends a good 10 minutes looking at them whilst I use the exercise bike.
It was a little bit off putting, and then the penny dropped.
Ah. Hmm.
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