Ever since I was in the 4th grade, I’ve had this mild obsession with staying in shape. There was this girl I liked in gym class that I so wanted to impress, but I already had a gut as a nine year old! So imagine my dread when it was swim season and I had to sit down next to her in only my trunks. I couldn’t wait for the teacher to blow her whistle so I could jump into the pool and exhale. I was always so envious of the bony kids who didn’t have to suck in their guts.
I never did get the girl. I blamed genetics and my lack of courage to say, “Wanna get an ice cream sandwich during recess?” All throughout secondary school I decided to get into better shape because I knew I couldn’t be poor and out of shape at the same time. That would be a disaster.
Nowadays, I no longer care as much about being in good shape because I’ve usually got my clothes on. Women don’t seem to care for hunky dory guys anymore. A nice smile, an engaging personality, a job, a car, a stack of Benjies, and a two bedroom condo with a view of jumping dolphins in the horizon will do. Can you really blame single 40-year old guys who are still having the time of their lives?
“Even if I don’t need him to take care of me, I’d like to know he can provide the life I want to lead,” mentioned a couple female friends who are 8’s, but settled for 6’s.
If we men can’t stay fit, then we must be able to at least generate enough wealth to provide. Being unfit in wallet and in wealth leads to loneliness. This is our curse from society, which I’ll discuss more in an upcoming podcast.
“No money, no honey,” as the saying goes.