THAT guy at the gym

What's with me? I must have been wearing my "eau de creepy dude in tight shorts" because That guy at the gym was everywhere I turned today. You know the one-- middle aged, average build, fairly nondescript, shorts that were stolen from the Catholic church altar boy cubbies, black socks hugging his calves, tank top that was at one point white but barely resembles the color of pudding guy. So yeah--that guy was everywhere I turned. It's like he was following me. I'd relocate to another machine and -boop- there he was at the machine in front of me. You try working out with a dude's pasty white legs reflecting the light into your eyes. The worst part was- I couldn't keep a straight face when I looked at him. He'd throw the pin to 200lbs. and pulse for a few seconds. Then the exhale, in and out and the occasional "oh yeah". I overheard him talking to a number of teeny bopper girls on their way out. They asked if he was still subbing at the school. He said, "I should be in this week," flexing his legs muscles against a bike. His face reminds me of a sub I saw at my school last year. I'm not sure if he looks familiar because of the gym (definitely have seen the tight shorts before) or if it's from school ( I remember the intense stare).
I'll be absent tomorrow- jury duty calls. Maybe he'll be the sub sent to cover for me. Wouldn't that be weird. If I'm lucky I'll see him again tomorrow at the gym. ALL RIGHT. I may grow fond of faded wife beaters and black knee high socks.