The Gym = Hell

This morning I woke up with an urge to go running. Anyone who knows me, knows that this is extremely atypical. I'm slightly embarrassed to say that I haven't stepped in the gym since early November...yikes! I know what you're thinking, you must be a fat beast by this point. Instead of going to the gym though, I decided to just go on this healthy eating kick that inadvertently caused me to lose more weight than I ever could have at the gym.

However, considering summer is approaching, I did notice that I was not as tone as I would like. I wouldn't put a bikini on for a million dollars right now. Hmm..ok so who am I kidding. I'm a broke b-school student...I'd probably put one on for $25 right now.

Anyway, so I decided to finally return to the gym and as soon as I got there, I regretted it. This influx of laughing skinny girls walked by me as soon as I passed the entrance and I immediately felt sub par. Why are they even here and why are they happy?! If I looked like them, I guarantee I would have been sitting on my couch shoveling in the ice cream. God knew not to make me skinny because I'm sure I'd have high cholesterol, hypertension and diabetes by the age of 30 if I knew I could eat whatever I wanted without gaining a pound.

So I find a treadmill, put in my ipod and start to run. I'm noticing that I'm feeling surprisingly well! Hmm...4.50 mins in, I'm realizing that my chest is burning. I decide to push through it and at 7mins I have no choice but to stop. I'm breathing like a 200lb woman and there is only one word to describe my performance: pathetic. I think I'll go back tomorrow and try again though...operative word is think.

You want to come over when?...

Yesterday my friend and I were trying to make plans for the evening and it made me question things. I hadn’t seen him in a while, but I didn’t have anything in particular that I wanted to do. As such, I told him to give me a call if he thought of anything fun. He texts me to let me know he is going to a bar in Boston and if I wanna come, just let him know. At this point it was 10pm and that’s actually pretty late to decide to go somewhere when everything shuts down at 2am. (Oh how I miss New York at times like this). 10 minutes pass and he texts me back saying after he leaves the bar he plans to come through, if that’s cool. Hmm…come through…what does that mean?! Come through for what??...2 words: umm no.

As a little back story, this friend has never been to my place, which isn’t rare since it’s all of 400 square feet. If I invite people over, I immediately begin to feel claustrophobic. He has tried to invite himself up on another occasion, but I promptly told him I don’t do ‘pop-ins’ because my apartment wasn’t up to my cleanliness standards for a guest. I really didn’t think anything of it, considering we just left a bar and went dutch for the drinks. (I take this as a sign that the encounter was platonic, which I wanted)

Anyways, nervously I told him that I plan to just go grab a drink with a friend at a bar down the street instead. What was he thinking…I am a lady…a jewel that should be viewed in the highest regard! Okay well maybe that’s a bit much, but I do think there are actions that are either acceptable or unacceptable in dealing with platonic relationships. I am certainly not letting a guy friend come over, who I barely hang out with, that late! A few issues…

1. If we’re just friends, which I thought we were…you are not coming over my apartment at 11 or 12am. I have nothing to say or do with a guy friend in that time block that would fall under the platonic umbrella. Now, I have made exceptions for extremely close guy friends who: have been kicked out of their apartments by significant others or need a place to crash if they’re out of town.

2. If you want to be more than friends, which I subconsciously suspected on more than one occasion from the guy aforementioned, coming over to my apartment is not acceptable you cheap bastard. I require to be taken on dates before that can happen…and 12 am is really unacceptable! A girl needs to be wined and dined and let me say that this girl likes Cabernet Sauvignon and crab cakes.

Recession Tip

I was watching the Today show and Kathy Lee and Hoda suggested using Vanilla extract as a perfume LOL.  They said men typically love the smell of vanilla during studies.  I  actually want to see if this works so I'm going to try it.  I guess the way to a man's heart really might be through his stomach.  I wonder if anyone else has tried this... 

I'll keep you posted with the results though!

Wedding Proposal on the Horizon...

So I had this conversation with a guy friend and thought because of its comical nature I would share hehe...

Me: So, what are you doing?
Dante: Sewing
Me: What?! You sew? Maybe I will propose to you.
Dante: So what's this about you proposing?
Me: Well you can sew, cook and do laundry. I'm assuming you can do yard stuff and kill bugs too.
Dante: Yup
Me: And you're 'kinda' cute. What else do you need in a man?
Dante: Sexual Prowess?
Me: I think you'd be okay in that too. Got anything else?
Dante: Honor. Loyalty.
Me: Ehh, not as important as that other stuff. Anything else that's tangible? Like Napoleon Dyanmite, "skills"?
Dante: lol...I see
Me: Oh u also know martial arts and can use a gun, so u can protect me. Done! When is a good day for the proposal? haha

Tip of the Day

I'm soooo not a fan of the act of people guessing your weight. Guys seem to do this pretty frequently and I hate it! I'm assuming it's just because they don't have the same hang ups as women do about weight, but come on. You guess too high and I immediately give you the death stare, while you stand there looking confused.
My uncle did it when I was home for vacation and my friend proceeded to do it yesterday. It's like some sick joke that only they think is funny. Tip of the day guys...no girl wants you to guess their weight...EVER! It's really not a good situation for you to be in at all. I am not a side show act in a carnival who will give you a prize if you can guess my weight. The only prize you will get from me is an attitude problem and me wishing you would just leave. Hmm...wonder if Abbra Kadabra would work in this situation? ;)

Chivalry vs. Equal Rights...

So I’m just wondering…when did equal rights start becoming an argument against acting like a gentleman? I was at the grocery store with a guy friend the other day when he made a big deal about carrying my bag. I was like you have to be kidding me…are you really going to make me carry this bag when you’re standing here carrying nothing?! You would have thought that I just asked him to schedule me an appointment with the Dalai Lama. In the end he did carry the bag, but I was so disgusting by the fact that 1. I had to ask and 2. he made a big deal about it stating "women always want equal rights until it’s inconvenient for them!" Do men really feel this way? And if they do, how do they possibly get girls this way?

When my brother was growing up we made a point of teaching him the importance of being a gentleman, so now he has a girlfriend who raves about how well he treats her. He opens doors, picks up the tab when they are out, buys flowers for her and her mom when he comes back from school during break etc. I personally think we did a fabulous job! Don't get me wrong; I don’t think it should be unrequited by any means. His girlfriend returns the gestures by bringing over his favorite baked goods, getting him thoughtful little gifts and just being a great woman overall. I get the impression that they both feel lucky to have each other.

Overall, I just don’t get the big deal…

I should be kicked out of Boston...

This is the second year that I've been in Boston and had to miss St. Patrick's Day celebrations! I am not happy considering I had such high hopes of going out and enjoying the day. Green shirt-check, green ribbon-check, green socks-check. I had all intentions of really doing it big this year, until I got placed in a group for class that decided to switch topics one week before the presentation. I know that I'm graduating and I should have just gone out anyway, but I've never really been a fan of standing in front of class looking like an ill prepared slacker. My group entirely consists of 2nd year MBA students, so I guess I brought this one myself...I knew I should have thrown a few overachieving first years into the mix :(