It disturbs me that I know so much about Brad. I mean, we've known each other for less than a month. And while I spend time with him every day, I think I spend too much time thinking about his life. It's fascinating, though: even though I wasn't there, I can picture his high school girlfriend, Teri, with her big dark hair and her formal dress (they went to a dance together, and her bangs were curled and pouffy).
I wasn't there for any of his meets - not sure whether he was a runner or a swimmer, but it was one of those solitary sports. I mean, of course I wasn't there - we've only known each other for a few weeks, and certainly both of us are well past high school age. He still works out a lot, of course, which comes as a nice surprise to the guys he meets out at the clubs.
Yes, I've outed Brad. I think he's okay with that, though; aside from that adolescent confusion, he's comfortable with who he is.
This wouldn't be so disturbing, all that I know about Brad, if Brad were real. But he's not a real person - he's my trainer on Wii Fit.
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