High-Intensity Heartbreak

Feb 29, 2020

I’m 25 years old and super into fitness. Or, I thought I was super into it, but I’ve learned some people are more into it than I am.

I’d met my ex-boyfriend in high school, when we were both athletes. I continued to play volleyball in college, but he stopped playing sports because he didn’t make any college basketball teams. By then, the most exercise he got was lifting up the TV remote.

We broke up for a lot of reasons, but since many of our fights were caused by me wanting to do something and him wanting to sit on the couch, I specifically wanted an active guy this time around.

I made sure that was front and center in my profile. I picked a photo of me in a 5K race. It isn’t my most attractive photo—my hair is pulled back, sweat is dripping down my face. In my bio, I wrote “Let’s go on an active first date!”

I matched with Calvin. He was into rock climbing, running, lifting – he seemed like a good match.

Calvin’s first message asked, “Ever been to a trampoline park?” 

Perfect! I had not been to a trampoline park, but I got really excited. We chatted on the app. My first warning sign was when Calvin pointed out  – more than once – that his race photo was from a marathon, not a “little 5K,” like my photo. Ok, whatever. He’s just trying to impress me, I guess.

Trampoline parks are fun. Everything was alright, until we moved to a trampoline basketball court area. There were a bunch of kids there. The oldest one was probably 13. I thought we should leave them alone, but Calvin charged in, dragging me with him. Even still, it was like I wasn’t even there.

When a kid would try to dunk, Calvin would  jump in their face, yell, and knock the ball away. I kept trying to let kids get shots in since when were winning, but that angered him even more. He yelled, “Get your head in the game!” 

That was enough for me, I left. “Where are you going?” Calvin asked. I turned and looked at him, but didn’t answer. I just shook my head, and walked out the door, to my car. 

I’m still single. I’m hoping I find the right guy for me. One that is active but not a roid-rage monster dunking on preschoolers.

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