The time is . . . . 3 . . . . 24 AM.

I’m at a NEW girl friends place. Remember I have GIRL FRIENDS, NOT GIRLFRIEND(S). Her name is Mya, I think that’s her real name, but it could be a nickname. I don’t know, didn’t ask.

I put on some weight over the holidays, as we all do. To combat the chub I have been doing lots of cardio.

Today I decided to do an hour on this machine that gives you movement like you’re running but it doesn’t give you impact on your knees (NO, not a treadmill).

The issue with the gym is that there are a load of people with New Years resolutions to lose weight. Those people think watching TV while looking at television/gossip magazine will help shed the pounds. That means I have to use the equipment (it’s a small gym).

I now go late at night (around 8 to 9 PM), because there are fewer people there. Instead of watching television I’ll bring a book.

The book I brought to the gym was Robert Greene’s The Art of Seduction. I like to keep myself refreshed on the many persona’s I encounter infield.

I get to the gym sometime after 8. Strip off my fancy clothes (T-shirt and jeans) and throw on my gym clothes (T-shirt and short-shorts). I walk my way over to the cardio machine I mentioned a few paragraphs earlier.

A couple bikes over is a cutie whose reading some Canadian wannabe-Cosmo magazine. I pay no attention to her as I prepare myself for a sweaty hour of Robert Greene.

. . . . I thought Mya was going to bust me on her computer. She’s just a sleep-mover . . . and a snorer . . .

Back to me sweating. Sexy site eh?

As I’m invested in learning about Rakes and Ideal Lovers I get interrupted by cutie (which is Mya for those not paying attention, and I didn’t mention it earlier, my bad). She asks me what I’m reading.

She’s looking at a magazine mainly full of pictures. So I reply, “Can you read?’

She says, “Yeah . . .” To which I say, “Well why are you asking me what I’m reading when you can read what I’m reading?”

She says, “. . . Whatever.”

I then go back to reading what I’m reading . . .

She interrupts me a couple minutes later, “OK. I can clearly see the word ’seduction’ on the cover. What is it about?”

I look over and say, “Psychology.” She says, “Why?”

I’m a little pissed cause I came to read, not chat.

I say, “Cause I want to fuck a lot of women.” She looks at me for a second and says, “Well I am not one of those women you are going to fuck.”

I just laugh.

She says, “What!?” I say, “First, YOU want to fuck me. Second, I don’t want to fuck you.”

Then we get into a whole conversation on if she’s good enough for me and a bunch of insecure female bullshit.

In essence I tell Mya that I don’t want to fuck a girl based on appearance, I want to fuck a girl based on what I find inside. (Cheesy, BUT IT WORKS!)

Long story short, after working out we went to her place and I fucked her.

OK off to sneak back into bed with Mya. I hope I can sleep with all that snoring . . .

Night!