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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.
