Training Day

I have been lazy about blogging lately.  There are a few factors to blame for this.  First, winter has sucked out a lot of my creativity.  Apparently, I need more sunshine to be my hilarious self.  Second, things have been a bit slow in the dating department for me.  I decided that for my own sanity's sake, I needed to take a little break from online dating for a while.  I took down my profiles and tried to keep myself from looking at the sites.  I wanted a stockpile of fresh meat when I logged on next.

Finally, and most importantly, I have recently signed up for HBO.  My nonworking life now revolves around streaming its various series in a slightly/completely obsessive manner, because they are just SO good.  I am extremely ashamed at how quickly I got through Game of Thrones.  Unfortunately, it will likely take me a titch longer to read the 4,000 or so pages in the books that I downloaded to my iPad shortly after I finished the series.  I'm on about page 115 after a few weeks, so I'm sure I'll finish by the time I'm 35 or 40.

I also ate up most of Girls in a day, and now I'm onto The Wire.  The Wire is amazing.  The story lines are interesting and complex, and it gives you a well-rounded view of drugs in the inner city.  Hailing from Maryland, I like to pretend that I somehow identify with the show since my grandma sometimes has a Ballmore (a.k.a. Baltimore) accent and because I used to feed the homeless there.

Despite my obsession, the show did lead me to break my short hiatus from online dating and, in turn, inspired me to write this blog entry.  Why?  How?

Two words:  Jimmy McNulty.

Played by the Dominic West, Jimmy is the adorable asshole to whom many women, including myself, are drawn.  He's just super, duper hot.  Smart.  Vulnerable.  Good looking.  So after a few too many hours of staring at his cute mug, I thought to myself, "Perhaps there is a Boston version of Jimmy McNulty... and perhaps, he's on OKCupid."

So I fired up my computer and signed on.  I started searching for new members, hoping to find my Irish bad boy with a heart of gold.  Instead, I found "FuckYourTrainer" (yes, that is his actual screen name).  Here's his self summary:

You'll either 'get this' or you won't...for the 1% that does in fact 'get it', say hello.

Face pics hidden due to nature of this profile. Happy to share, I'm no ogre...

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I'm looking for fit women who want to act out a personal trainer-client roleplay. You MUST already be in shape to do this. I know this is a common fantasy for women (and trainers), but I refuse to act on it within the confines of my business where people are paying for my services.

I run a small exercise facility on the South Shore, but also have full workout setup at my house. You will receive a REAL, high quality workout each time you train with me. I don't fuck around with that part of the equation; you'll be literally rubber legged and rubber limbed - but you'll also get fucked after each workout...

Requirements include you having a hard body, and looking GREAT in a pair of yoga pants. And out of them.

Lot's of options here:

- Physical assessment prior to commencing workout, consisting of measurements and flexibility tests...which of course consist of me being rather hands on...perhaps more hands on than usually found at the gym.
- To really feel things in the proper areas, I've found it helps to have my hands on the target muscle group(s). As you can imagine, this is interesting with chest exercises, or various squats/lunges.
- I'm quite certain that the aforementioned various squats and lunges work better with the aforementioned yoga pants no longer on you...be prepared. Not much sexier than a woman with just a tank top and sneakers on...

All in all, this should be FUN. I'm a normal guy, small biz owner - you'll probably LIKE me. But at the moment I'm just looking to have some guilt free fun...

This is no Jimmy.

There were no Jimmy's.  So my hiatus is back in effect.  Don't worry about the blog too much, though; I have a library of old horrifying stories that still need to be told.