My Girlfriend's Daughter - Part 1

I met Riza at the gym in the summer. Riza was that woman who's doing squats whenever you see her. Slim but strong, wearing all black leggings and a sports bra, and two braids down her back. 

I do know the golden rule of "don't attempt to talk over with women at the gym because it's creepy," so I had accepted my fate of admiring her from afar forever.

Until at some point Riza struck up a conversation with me. She asked about basketball the day I wore my Charlotte Hornets shirt. 

I discovered later she doesn't even like basketball that much, but just needed an excuse to talk.

Fast forward a couple of months, and now we're an official couple. I learned a couple of things about Riza that I would never have predicted. She was 35, and back once I was only admiring her at the gym I had guessed she was in her early 20s. 

I had no problem dating a lady ten years older than