The Monologues of the Master

Yesterday I received a challenge from my sister. Something called "The fitness fight" After a healthy January and only a few blissful days with the candy bag and 2 liter coke bottle in February I am unsure whether I really want to take up this challenge. Then again if I am challenged by my sibling I can barely say no, can I? 

 

Since my sister is in Sweden and I am in Australia it's hardly feasible to actually have a face off at the end of the month. So instead we are having a gymflex picture challenge which biology gives me a great head start in. Simply put a woman can't go below 14 % body fat without putting herself through hell. A male can go down to 6% before the real hell start. Thus a man will look more fit on a pic than a woman will.  Good luck sis, you will have to go through hell to beat me. (http://www.builtlean.com/2010/08/03/ideal-body-fat-percentage-chart/)

 

That a woman can be more fit than a man (Or at least more than me) is something I experience every time I go to the gym classes. Today I experienced it more than I usually do as I decided to do two classes. The reason was that last week the instructor on the Sunday afternoon was hot, so I wanted to double the pleasure. Today however the hot one had been replaced with something which encouraged the participant to look somewhere else. So all in all it was two tiresome and straining hours and my eyes where unsatisfied afterwards as well (Gladly I started seeing a bit blurry after the first hour)

 

Moving on to another topic. Yesterday, A Saturday at 9 pm I received a long text by a woman I have not heard from in a while. Among appropriate reasons to text a guy at 9 pm a Saturday can be mentioned "I am feeling lonely, can you come by so we can get to know each other better" "I am out drinking with my friends wanna, come by and have a drink" etc.  The message I got however was very inappropriate! She simply wanted to know if I could fix her a job. Since I am not an employment agency I can not. But even if I were an employment agency I would still be annoyed if someone texted me about it at 9 pm a Saturday night. How rude!

 

Moving on to the third an concluding topic of todays monologues:

 

Tomorrow I am going to a staff party for a place for a place where I supposedly work although I never work there. The manager looks like she was really hot ten years ago. On a staff party they serve ethanol in different forms. Ethanol is known to make people more beautiful. Should I try to take the bedway to increase my career opportunities at the place? (Is it called "taking the bedway" in English i.e sleeping with a superior to increase your career prospects) 

 

That's all

 

//Mastern out