A personal trainer, thirty-ish, college educated, stable in mind, body, and finances, seeking someone to connect with and maybe more. Tell me what's important to you, and we'll see if we can be friends!
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Time seems to fly ever so much away from me. I thought I'd keep this up, but I haven't been. Am I really that busy, or do I merely fear sharing myself with an unknown world.
My friend said it would be fun. I'm simply at a loss of what to say. I don't weant to appear mundane, I want to be erudite and engaging, everything I tell everyone I sek in a partmer. So why, faced with a blank computer screen, am I suddenly blank as well?
people who spend money to exercise and overlook a basic: walk a few feet!
I worked in a country club tonight, teaching a couple of fitness classes to rich people for very little money in hopes that they would hire me for personal training and attention at higher rates. I was astonished, as I walked out of the front door between classes while they listened to a guy pitch something between classes (life insurance, I think), to see dozens of cars crowded around the club's entrance in what is supposed to be a no parking zone! Some were nearly blocking the drive, and at first I thought, "Wow, something must be really going on in the other room, if the parking lot is this full!"
Uh-uh. The lot was half-empty, as it had been when I arrived. These folks paid me to lead them in aerobic exercise, but couldn't walk a hundred feet or so? Sure, it's a little chilly, mid-50s or so, but it's not raining or anything. And if it was, would they melt? Visions of wicked witches and Oz fill my head, and I just have to laugh. Housing out here is anything but cheap, mostly because the weather is usually great, so why can't folks walk a bit?
Have to go, my mind is blown.
I'm eating a little crow here, I guess; I'm used to being the center of attention most places I go, especially when the crowd includes men. Here I thought I'd just post a few times (and I was even awarded "Post of the Day," which I'm told is quite an honor) and I'd suddenly be overwhelmed with people anxious to converse with me.
I was warned of the "Blog Troll(er)s," those who seem to spend most of their waking hours online reading other people's posts, commenting on them, and lamenting their lack of a life. I was told that any woman who posts will be inundated with responses, mostly from men looking for instant hookups. So, I thought I'd be subtle, but still clear. Maybe I was too clear! I don't know. I'm tired, of course, after a full day of working out and directing others working out, and I check in here, and - nothing. Hmmm, guess I need to read more posts and comment and, oh, do what it takes.
Or maybe not. Maybe I just need to readjust my expectations, and realize that my looks might be more responsible for my success than I'd wanted to believe. Maybe I'm not as intellectually interesting as I presumed myself to be - but come on, folks, isn't there a happy medium between the football jocks who can't talk about anything else to me and the nerdy little guys who live in fantasy worlds created by cardmakers getting rich from their obsessions with Magic The Gathering and similar games?
I suppose I'd better not hold my breath wondering and waiting for an answer!
First, I'd like to thank Howard for his kind comments. I didn't start doing this thinking it would be the answer to my fondest dreams. I began at the urging of a friend, who told me that perhaps the reason my relationships haven't brought me that special someone is a little bit of high standards - and I'll admit to that - and a little bit of an attractiveness issue.
Probably not what you think. While I'm not a supermodel, being a fitness trainer requires me to keep in good shape, and that leads to assumptions by the guys that aren't true. While I'm obviously interested in fitness and the health benefits that go along with it, I'm not interested in steroid-strong muscleheads; I'm looking for a well-rounded guy who can write coherently as well as handle a few laps around the track without getting winded...but I'm a firm believer that good sex is as much mental as physical, if not more so. I haven't tried the speed dating thing (don't even know if it's available locally) nor the "professional fix-me-up" services that advertise the quality of their success-oriented members, because I think they tend to focus too much on looks.
I'm not posting a photo, not because I'm afraid it'll turn guys off, but more the opposite. Should I develop that special relationship with a man on an intellectual level, I'm certainly not worried that I won't meet his standards for looks...but, unlike too many relationships in the past, I want the mind to precede the body.
(Okay, I'll be honest and admit that I've fallen into that same trap myself at times; what woman hasn't given in to the Brad Pitt lookalike who badgered her for a date, even though she knew he was a jerk?)
So, if I don't find what I seek here, it won't end my life...and with as little time as I have to sit at the computer, I'm not going to be a quick find for someone looking for a hot date tonight!
I've often wondered if the world of the internet differed from the real world. So far, it hasn't. Perhaps I need to post more, more often, but as my days are filled with intense physical action and motivating others, the irony is my own sometime lack of motivation. I just don't see this sterile world of plastic and glass offering me the connection I seek, but maybe I need to give it time. Maybe it's just the mood I'm in.
Tonight I suffered through another fabulously wealthy client who assumed my personal training regimen included more intimate exercise than I offered. I wonder if his wife knows about his growing distaste for her ever-growing body, I wonder if he ever considered spending the money on getting her a personal trainer instead of trying to expand my job description to include prostitution. I'll never know, because I refused to kiss the toad, knowing my prince won't be another woman's husband.
I have arrived, though I know not where I am, but hope I will find completion here.
I'm not one of these Desperate Housewives, or Desperate ex-Housewives, or Desperate Anything women. I have no shortage of dates, ready and willing to bend over backward to accomplish their goal, a night of presumed ecstacy with me. Okay, let's be honest, I can forgive their presumption; I don't work as hard as I do to look like I do without hoping for some payoff. Still, the gratuitous groping and pathetic panting of the horndogs that inhabit most of the planet fail to satisfy my inner needs.
I want to find the person who will fulfill me in all ways, and introduce him to a world of pleasures unlike he's ever dreamed. If you're there, I'm looking for you, and hoping you're just my one true love.
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