Every day at the gym, I feel those glances more and more... those that stare, swipe, linger. They look at me from afar, with curiosity, with desire, sometimes with respect, sometimes with morbid curiosity. And even though they don't say anything, I feel everything. Could it be that I'm intimidating? Or that they're waiting for me to make the first move? I don't know. But the truth is, I've learned to walk among silences that desire me... and yet, sometimes I wonder: Why does no one dare to speak to me?