We interrupt the thoughts I was having — who can think?? — in order to bring you this important memorandum.

It’s private, though — by which I mean intended for one special recipient. The rest of you feel free to avert your fertive gaze, if you wish.

From: Mr. Cycle #14
  To: Ms. Cycle #7
Subj: Hello!

It sure was nice to meet you last night at spinning. OK, I realize we didn’t actually meet. But our eyes did, didn’t they? Repeatedly, in fact. And mine can’t stop talking about you!

I really do need to apologize for that. I didn’t mean to stare, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Those legs — I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I hope that spinning doesn’t change them at all, because they’re absolutely perfect. Just like the rest of you.

And when you kept turning and looking back… I know, the clock is back there. But when you smiled that big smile my way… I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help smiling a big smile right back at you!

You were pedaling so fast, I could barely keep up! I kept chasing and chasing and you kept escaping and escaping! Darn stationary bikes — how am I ever going to catch you?!

Don’t answer that, Ms. Cycle #7. ::sigh:: Maybe it’s better not to know.