No may about it, this will never come true. Both girls are from the same town with an age difference of roughly 15 years. I often imagine them as between 19 to 23, and more importantly, rivals for me.
Gym instructor and uber-hot blonde vs a brunette (recently joined up) cop at the absolute pinnacle of her fitness in a rolling hairpulling catfight. Probably the two fittest girls I have ever known in real life. The perfect opponents to fight as my fantasy good girl (gym instructor) vs bad girl (cop).
If it were to ever happen in real life it would be quite unfair and one-sided. Just the way I like it. The gym instructor could not beat the cop if they fought a hundred times. The gym instructor might have been brave (as I like), but I am sure the cop would have been as vicious as hell which I also like. A lot!
I never knew the gym instructor until just a few years ago when (I guess) she was in her early thirties. I can barely imagine what she looked like in her late teens/early twenties. To say stunning would be an understatement. I only know her to say hello to, not much else. Unfortunately, she won’t have thought about me once, at least not how I want her to.

The cop on the other hand I did know, though only briefly. I had one date with her a lot of years ago but that was all. She came on to me first and I was a bit slow to notice. Eventually, I picked up on her signals and we went out. No second date came of it and, to be fair, we were probably incompatible.
Gym instructor – A true honey. Feminine, maybe about 5ft 3’ tall, with an incredibly well-toned sexy body. Blonde hair, often worn in a ponytail, and (angelic) deep blue eyes. Sympathetic face and drop dead gorgeous warm smile. If she were a nurse, I would have more accidents. She seems to have a warm and caring personality. Maybe I just imagine that but it’s okay, I live in my own imagination.
Cop - To call her fit (then) is a massive injustice to the training regime she put herself through to join the police. Approx. 5ft 8’ tall with the perfect body of a middle-distance runner in her prime. Collar length brown hair and dark brown eyes. I like to remember her as having a cold, cruel, calculating look. She might have been nasty and intimidating to any opponent she fought.
The gym instructor is still in town. I have no idea where the cop is. I don’t know if either is aware of the existence of the other. I do know neither of them think of me. Sometimes life is shit
