I pulled at the gym once, many years ago. It was a gym circuit class. Thirty seconds on a weights machine, thirty seconds interval training around 12 machines and 12 interval training exercises.
Basically we'd been flirting. He was a mouth-wateringly sexy bloke, ex-navy, kind, funny etc.
One time he was at the gym, sitting on a bench with his legs apart, either side of the corner of the bench. I deliberately put my foot on the corner of the bench to tie the shoe lace of the trainers I was wearing. I wanted to see if he would flinch with my foot swiftly making a path towards his genitals.
He flinched for a split second, then smiled when he realised I was just putting my foot on a convenient spot to tie my shoelace. He smiled warmly at me. Like he just got the invitation. Now that we were sure we were reading from the same page.
His life was in disarray, he'd left the navy, was living with his mum, he had a junior job within walking distance of where he lived. He was upset that his job wasn't all that and his boss spoke to him like he's the tea boy.
He ditched me when he was making plans to go back to the navy. He wrote me a note and left it under the windscreen wiper of my car.
His lasting legacy to me ? An STD. Gee thanks.
Let's just say I'd not long come out of a long term relationship, self esteem was on the floor and I would fuck just about any bloke with a pulse and a functioning penis.