It's been over five weeks since I've seen "Let's Just Call Him Nike" at the gym. Our last conversation was in the locker room - him making a few comments and I, of course, returning the compliments. He was one of the few that I look forward to seeing at the gym (because it's always more motivating to be surrounded by hotties). However, all of that has changed.

He's obviously the type that likes to be pursued. But I refuse to inflate Nike's ego by always being the one to initiate a "hello." So today, I casually waved and went about my routine. I even walked by him on the way to do cardio. And instead of waiting to lift in order to talk, he went about his business - only smiling as I passed by. As a result, so did I. And when I left, I ignored him as I headed downstairs. Two can play that game.

On the other hand, I did shake hands today with "Dolph." Our gym relationship has slowly evolved from ignoring each other, to the casual head nod, to finally today shaking hands and saying hello. There's something to be said for pleasantries.