Hooked up with gym trainer

F27 in a healthy LDR… but I messed up this weekend.

I was coming back from the club a little high and swung by my gym to grab the bottle I’d forgotten. My trainer was locking up, and the way he looked at me… it was intense. He started complimenting me, getting closer, and the chemistry was just there—too strong, too sudden.

Things went further than they should’ve. I’m not proud of it, but in the moment it felt thrilling in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. Now that the adrenaline’s gone, all that’s left is this heavy mix of guilt and confusion.