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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
Personal trainers are like headhunters -- I can't find any real reason why they should exist.
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If only a personal trainer could get me in perfect shape as easily as my HH found me my "plum" job. Particularly if I didn't have to pay the PT myself, but rather could have, oh, I guess the people I fuck pay his fee.
Of course if I were to continue the metaphor I'd say something about how at this point it doesn't matter how great my body looks anymore, it is warm, and the people I fuck are insatiable, and won't leave me alone, and want to fuck me all the time, and call at odd hours just to see if I'm there, even if they don't want to fuck, and expect me to keep fucking after I have been fucking all day, all week, in fact, until late in the evening, and am much, much, too tired to fuck anymore and certainly too tired for it to be any good, and you know, maybe I wouldn't mind if you started seeing someone else, and god, I would really kill right now to be able to go to the office and bill some hours.
