How To Relieve Stress After College

I was approached the other day by a personal trainer. It was awkward. I was working out at the gym, doing my usual cardio with my headphones on so as to avoid guys hitting on me when some huge, ripped dude in a wife beater and an 80’s crew cut walks up to my treadmill and knocks on it like he’s knocking on a door.

Yeah, he knocked on the treadmill like, “Hello? Can I come in?”

First, when I say huge and ripped, I don’t mean in a good way. I don’t understand why guys think women are attracted to big and bulky, but we’re not. We like underwear models, Brad Pitt types, Johnny Depp sorts. It’s not about the muscles, it’s about the confidence. Super big muscles just means a guy isn’t confidented enough with his personality so he overcompensates with his body. Be healthy, don’t be Hulk Hogan.

So this Hogan-like guy knocks on my treadmill and says, “I’ve seen you around here, I’m the gym’s on site personal trainer. You look like you might be interested in some training.”

Huh? What does the “I’m interested in personal training” look….look like? Doe eyes? Glistening sweat that says, “Train me!?” Anyone with a gym bag?

Well, he obviously MISread my look, so I clarified, “No. I’m not.”

And without missing a beat the dude went into a five minute speech about the benefits of paying someone $80 an hour to tell me to keep doing what I’m already doing anyway. I finished my jog before he finished his speech, so I sort of nodded, stepped off the treadmill, and walked right out of the gym. I wonder if he took the hint.

Ah, done venting, now for some blog links!

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Gah! My friends are getting married!

Here I am without a boyfriend, and all my girlfriends have just gotten engaged, or they’re about to be wedded away! I guess I’m a selfish person, but for some reason I feel I lose a friend every time one gets married. I still see them occasionally, but they lose interest in our typical activities. Gone is the club scene on Friday night. There’s no more dating crazes, or going to concerts to pick up guys. The frequency with which they (and I) drink has dropped dramatically. I guess that’s a good thing, but my life seems a bit less…..wild these days, and I can’t help but blame that on my married friends.

So, Jenny, one of my first friends from college is having her wedding next Saturday, so I’ve got to fly all the way up to Boston to meet her future husband and give my congratulations and my gift, and try to sleep with one of her husband’s buddies at the reception. Ah, the cycle continues.

I guess I’m not too bummed out about the whole wedding business, it has improved my sex life a touch, though the guy’s aren’t quite as…robust. I think the thing I’m really worried about it is being the last. I don’t mind that both Amanda and Mindy got married before I did. They were ready to get hitched at 16. And Julia was pretty much the same. But nobody thought Ally would get married, or at least no one thought she’d get married before me.  And hell, Liz has been married twice!

Maybe that’s the trick. I’ll just wait for all my married girlfriends to burn out and get divorced. Then its back to the girls’ club.

Finally, it’s health time. I’m not really into abs. But if you are, check out this post on getting abs on a high fat diet. The dude writing it is pretty cute, even if he is over 50! And these posts on omega 3 vitamins and omega 3 benefits are pretty good too.