OK, so I talked to more women than men at the gym. Of course, I had to say hello to the guys I usually see, and now that I think of it I also talked to the guy who is overly exuberant in the locker room. So perhaps I didn’t follow Thuy’s instructions correctly. I did, however, find more money on the floor in the gym. It was a 20 cent Euro piece, for whatever good that does me.<\/p>\n
(The women I talked to hardly count. One was the woman at the desk who is super friendly and also probably 21. Another was a Harvard grad who was wearing a Harvard shirt and I just asked her if she attended the university. Another was there with her pot-bellied boyfriend and I just reminded her not to forget her iPod. Another was my neighbor Stephanie. And finally, one went to Andover Academy, a school for people who sneeze more money than I’ve seen in my life. And that counts the educational film I saw on the US Mint.)<\/p>\n
My torturer, er, trainer called in sick, so I was on my own to torture myself. I think I did a fair job.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
OK, so I talked to more women than men at the gym. Of course, I had to say hello to the guys I usually see, and now that I think of it I also talked to the guy who is overly exuberant in the locker room. So perhaps I didn’t follow Thuy’s instructions correctly. I did, however, find more money on the floor in the gym. It was a 20 cent Euro piece, for whatever good that does me. (The women I talked to hardly count. One was the woman at the desk who is super friendly and also probably 21. Another was a Harvard grad who was wearing a … Continue reading Thuy’s instruction: Be less gay.<\/span>