What The?

In January, it will be 3 years since I had sex. THREE. YEARS. Old me would have laughed and pointed fingers at new me. Old me would blame every black look and bad day someone in new me's position on a need to get some. Old me would have never let this happen. New me hates old me, a little. Maybe because old me was dating. Old me had prospects. Wait! New me has prospects! Or does she?

Three years is long enough to forget how to ride that bike, or keep you off that horse you fell off. I think there's a guy that thinks I'm cute? <--- that question mark there... that's the 3 years talking.

About a month ago, I joined a gym. I wasn't overweight, but I was (am?) flabby. Sitting on your butt in front of a computer every evening, and 5 days a week for the last 2 years at my desk will do that. Now, three times a week I trudge around the corner to a gym to run on a treadmill, or, as I call it, sweat like a middle-aged, 400 lb man in full view of strangers. It's hot - and I do only mean core temperature hot.

Anyway... when I registered, there was this adorable guy signing me up, Rylan. Rylan has some small visible tattoos and a nice smile... and I'm a sucker for both. I'm signing up for the gym though - all I can think is, "Fuuuuuuck. I haaaaaate the gyyyyyyyym", and, "Fuuuuuuuuck, I haaaaaaad to wear this dress today, which prominently displays my tummy flab roll over my thong for Ryyyyylan to seeeeee. Fuuuuuuuck".

I swear a lot in my head, now that I can't swear in front of the kid... unless I want to hear again all week.

Turns out, Rylan is there at the desk every time I show go. He remembers my name. He asks how my weekend was. He jokes around with the admittance buzzer. He teases me about whatever he can seize on. We talk about running. I can't look at him without grinning... and he's always grinning at me. He's always making eye contact. Better than making eye to boob contact - or is it?

I don't know what this is? Wishful thinking? I'm sure it's his job to be friendly, but short of stalking the desk, I can't know if the undersexed me is making a good employee appear to be angling to asking me out. I'm so out of practice, I might next be thinking the nun in line behind me wants my number because she threw a benevolent smile my way.

Readers? What's my next move? Is he interested, or good at his job? I generally get REALLY flustered and say "Hi" and "Bye" and that's about all I can get out around the marbles in my mouth. What would you do?