OK, so I’m spending way too much time at the gym. I’ll get there around 6 and leave around 8:30. Part of the problem is that Dave the Trainer says that I should pause several minutes between sets. So I can overdo a set, and then stand around for a while to “recharge.”

While I was busy sitting around resting between reps on the weight bench, a woman came over to ask me how I would fix her phone. I went into geek mode and asked questions and ended up telling her to call the internet phone company she’s using. Then, I though, did she want me to fix her phone or did she want me to FIX… HER… PHONE…? Man, I can not get the signals straight. Are there signals, ’cause I’m pretty sure I’m straight.

Here’s two odd sightings at the gym, a guy who works out in very nice wool slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a nice silk necktie! I think the guy probably is here on business or something and doesn’t have anything else to wear, but is is a bit different. One of Dave the Trainer’s friends was saying, “What if he goes in the locker room and changes into sweats to go home?”

And Dave the Trainer also pointed out a woman on his favorites list (i.e. attractive and healthy). The only thing I have against her is that she wears the shirt of the oppressor. Well, I’m not sure where that “shirt of the oppressor” thing came from (besides out of my mouth) but it said STANFORD. And one of the quirks I should mention is that I never want to go out with anyone from Reed College or Stanford University. I told my sister this and asked if I was just being weird. She told me, “No, Stanford is awful.” HAHAHA. (She also told me that I was gay, and that the gym was full of gay dudes. I told Dave the Trainer and he said, “Man, I feel sorry for all them straight dudes, sitting on the couch and getting fat.”)

Oh, and another one of my hangups is people or pets sitting on things with no pants on. I know pets don’t wear pants, but just getting butt on things kinda weirds me out. Not excessively, mind you, but I think about it sometimes. Like when my sister’s dog Dede sits on things all I can think of is “dog butt.” Well, I rode Mariko’s car with Dede and Dede likes standing on the passenger seat, pushing her butt against you for stability. I didn’t go into a cleaning ritual, so I guess I’m not that weird about dog butt.

I should quit keeping score, but I got one email from match.com (another Chinese woman, but at least this time she’s only 20-30 miles away) but no replies to the emails I sent out on fastcupid.