Our eyes met. And in that moment, time seemed to stop. His eyes were so deep. Endless blue-green wells.
It took a moment before I snapped out of it, and realized who I was looking at. Phillip. I'd seen him around. Ogled him, to be frank. He was quite the stud. Only five foot seven, but every inch of him rippled with muscle. He'd actually started a bodybuilding club on campus, for those interested in competing. A veteran of several competitions himself, he managed to organize a show on campus. Although I hadn't gone personally, the coverage in the usually-lackluster school paper had made it my favorite issue. The black and white photos on newsprint didn't do justice to the man in front of me, though. Even clothed, he was a prime specimen. The tank top and shorts he wore showed off his muscular body nicely, while keeping just enough hidden to be intriguing. He was three inches shorter than me, but his 195 pounds were pure beef. He smiled, and I melted at the sight of it. He put out a hand for me to shake. "I'm Phillip," he said simply, his voice resonating in my head, melting me. I took the hand and shook, feeling the rough callouses of his palm. His grip was firm, but not crushing - just right. "Francis," I replied, returning his smile, even though I knew mine was so wide, I probably looked like a grinning loon.
Nate stood back, his powerful arms crossed in front of his muscular chest, watching Phillip and I interact. A satisfied smile on his face as he watched his work unfold. He had known that his lifting buddy and his classmate would be perfect for each other.
Fifteen minutes later, my new love and I were out the door, heading over to Phillip's apartment. Just off of campus, it was tucked away at the end of the building, in a fairly quiet spot. Inside, it was clear what Phillip's obsession was: bodybuilding. Posters of huge men in skimpy thongs adorned the walls. Dumbbells were lined up by one wall, from small to large. Apparently, there were times when Phillip felt the need to get a pump, even if the school gym was closed.
We talked, getting to know each other, even though we were already head over heels in love. Phillip whipped up protein shakes, but I politely declined mine, having a glass of water instead. Phillip happily obliged, and downed both shakes himself. I asked him about his goals, how big he wanted to get. "I don't think there's such a thing as too big," he laughed, lifting one arm, proudly flexing. His hard biceps muscle rising under the skin, an impressive ball forming at his command. I felt light-headed at the sight of it.
The wheels in my head were turning, and turning quickly. I was madly in love with Phillip. And I could tell that I was going to do something big for him.