You: Curly hair, maybe in your late twenties/early 30s. Wearing a t-shirt that said something like "if speed kills, you're dead" on the back, but I'm maybe mangling that.
Me: The, um, silver fox (44) who caught your eye while I was at the vending machine & you were standing awkwardly in one of the goddamn sci-fi entry tubes.
Thought there was a little spark between treadmill & elliptical.