This Cute Guy At My Sports Club Caught My Attention For This One Simple Reason
It’s not because he is cute
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There’s this guy at my sports club. He is a senior coach, trained us a couple times.
The first time I saw him, I was oddly surprised. I was expecting a typical, serious, strict sports coach to show up, like the rest of the coaches there.
But this guy was the total opposite.
He seemed too young. He had too much hair on his head. He seemed too happy. And he had a natural way of expressing his opinions, game philosophies and teachings to us, while keeping us engaged and laughing the whole time.
I found this situation slightly funny and amusing.
Me, a grownass woman, listening to a kid who seems so unjaded by the world.
I got my guards up as dudes of this type hit on me.
So I became wary of this guy. He seemed self assured and like he knows he is confident and good looking. He seemed like the kind who puts some effort into his appearance. Maybe he is even a little vain. Who knows.
Maybe he is even a player. Or maybe it was just my trauma talking. Who knows.
But as days goes by, each of my assumptions about him turn out wrong.
I hate being proven wrong, but this time, I loved it.
He turned out to be least interested in hitting on me. This guy was just doing his job, and with love.
My suspicion about him being vain slowly faded. Instead, it seemed like he just wore his heart on his sleeve and did what he liked, without harming anybody.
He was just a transparent, expressive dude.
He came across as someone who is good with the kids. He was not afraid to whoop their butt, yet he had a certain gentleness to his ways.
They all loved him.
A couple days later, a conversation sparked between us, about the perils of looking younger and not being taken seriously in authoritative positions. It turned out that he wasn’t as young as he looked.
A little bit of getting-to-know each other later, he earned my respect too, not just my attention.
Here’s the thing — there’s nothing incredible about him, his background, his life experience or anything. Just a regular guy on paper. Yet in real life, he stands out to me each time he is in the arena. So what about this guy is so magnetic?
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His authenticity.
He was just so unapologetically himself. No ounce of shame.
But no, he is not one of those extroverted guys who can’t stay silent, or constantly need attention.
He was the perfect blend of both.
He was goofy and open and din’t mind doing clownish stuff to make us laugh.
Yet, when by himself, he exuded a strong silence. I could tell that behind all that clowning, was a different guy — observant, deep thinking, spiritual.
He was different from the rest.
What intrigued me the most was that he was extremely respectful to me. I’m not used to being treated that way by most men.
Dudes younger than me respect me but usually in a fan-boying way, due to their interest in me.
But this guy, he stood equal to me in terms of his aura. He respected me simply because. No ulterior motive.
It was just his way of being.
Respectful.
I’m learning about the beauty of authenticity from him. To just be.
With authenticity, every little thing you do will simply shine more, because they are free of impurities aka ulterior motives and agendas.
So when you step into a room, you shine simply because.
Like this guy.
I signed up for badminton, but I’m glad I’m getting to learn more.
