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It’s time for you to start some original posts on your own.

Accidental Feminist, if I’m overstepping my bounds, I apologize.

Eats craves original content from these two giants.

My body composition in the spring/summer months is much different than fall/winter. Tom Demerly of Bike Sport Michigan (bikesportmichigan [dot] com) alikens the body transformation after the holidays to “coming out of a tunnel.”

Right now I feel pale, puffy and like I’m wearing a suit made of myself. Low self-body-image. Whenever I hear from a woman that “men don’t get low self-body-image” I have to squint and bite my lip to reign my thoughts.

Monday is a momentous day in Eats’ schedule – DAY 1 of training.

My body composition in the spring/summer months is much different than fall/winter. Tom Demerly of Bike Sport Michigan (bikesportmichigan [dot] com) alikens the body transformation after the holidays to “coming out of a tunnel.”

Right now I feel pale, puffy and like I’m wearing a suit made of myself. Low self-body-image. Whenever I hear from a woman that “men don’t get low self-body-image” I have to squint and bite my lip to reign my thoughts.

The interesting point is that now my game really steps out of almost every realm of physical attractiveness. I am still holding onto my hair as something unique and sexy – which is what gets me out of bed every morning.

Girls I meet won’t know that my body will radically transform over the next 90 days. That the love handles I’m so nervous about showing will melt off, that my face will become more angular and my legs will return to a machine-state. This is, of course, G-d willing – that I am injury-free during my process.

Without knowing that, I’m just a charming, charismatic cherub with a confusing job. Aliterative. We are entering the All Personality Zone. But I’ve been riding that wave for years.

To give you an ideal of the changes:

Over the next 90 days(13 weeks) …

- My weight will drop almost 20 pounds and my body fat will shrink to somewhere around 6% – 7%.
- I will be able to produce unassistated riding speeds over over 20 miles/hr. for over 1 hr. Level terrain, no wind.
- Veins above my hip bones will start to creep out and will be both gross and engrossing.
- On a heavy training day I will burn over 2,500 calories.
- I will be up at 5:00a and asleep by 10:00p.
- If it’s not a whole grain or grilled meat, it may be cast aside. Fruits and vegetables, of course will be allowed.

I will be rebuilt.

So there I go, Miss Over-Analytical; I walk into their “Boys Only” poker game, and walk around the table and start calling their hands. They hate this, because they’ve been convinced that “the Game” has nothing to do with the cards they’re holding. And it may not, but no one likes to hear that they have a bad hand. And maybe that’s a lesson I can take away: People don’t like their neuroces handed to them on a silver platter.

There are a couple of points worth noting, stretching from the beginning of the month to now.

Hi Spike, thanks for the shout out in your comment. Accidental Feminist ha sbeen doign an amazing job – and there could never be too many of her smiling faces on the site.

There are a couple of points worth noting, stretching from the beginning of the month to now.

I’ve found myself in somewhat of a LTR with a girl from another state. She’s really terrific, a girly-girl and is interested in hearing my thoughts on the partnerships that solid relationships should be founded on. I could go into my shpiel about how relationships (of any kind) are an agreement for both parties to make the experience wonderful for themselves and the other party. Blah blah blah, you’ve already heard it.

So I’m not sarging as much. However, this is also due to the fact that I can’t find someone to sarge outside of Lincoln Park. The girls between Old Town and Lakeview are great – smart, pretty, wealthy and just enough low self-esteem to play groupie. The one’s I’ve been in relationships (some of them being very consumable) have been great, but we’ve moved on. Everyone else is either a user or a pleaser. And the pleasers are worse because their happiness depends so much on yours. That never adds up.

Finding a girl is not a problem, finding the right one is. I’ve done the powertrip thing – picking girls up at bars, bringing them home, enjoying a few dates; rinse and repeat. No one has ever complained to me or been deceived. Everyone has had a blast – including me. My birthday party this year is going to be amazing.

But I’m done with the sport aspect of it. It’s time to really focus the skills on finding the kind of girl I (think) I want. She’s not married (although some great stories there) or still in school or embarrassed of her own sexuality. She’s as much of a rock star as I try to be. Or even more…

The kind of girls I’m interested in are a little bit West of the normal hangout zones – the Wicker Park/Bucktown/Ukranian Village/Logan Square girls. The rockers, covered in opinions, nose piercings and tattoos. Artists at heart although they may work as consultants or bankers during the days, but at night the can send people under the table. I’ve spent most of my life being the quirky dresser or the creative type – now I want a girl that makes my non-mainstreamness look mainstream. Those girls are hot. And I’ve always been attracted to them – Adrienne was one of those.

Someone sarge with me outside of LP – and if you’re a woman who reads this and isn’t afraid of those neighborhoods, let’s go on an adventure. I promise I won’t sarge you AND I’ll help you meet a nice rocker boy.

LOVE,

-EATS

I met her today and in the course of about twenty minutes, I made her cry and admit she wasn’t happy in her marriage.

Although I am retired, I did come out my pre-fab house for a few moments today. For those of you who remember way-back-from-whence there was a married woman who I was corresponding with.

I met her today and in the course of about twenty minutes, I made her cry and admit she wasn’t happy in her marriage.

Then I made her laugh for an hour-and-a-half and enjoy a wonderful shared time.

I could have easily escalated it 100%. But I didn’t.

And she is incredibly gorgeous. Brain-mashingly gorgeous.

Spike, I can give you her info if you like, this would be a great test case for you.

- EATS

I’m done being a PUA. My neuroses are running too high. I am afraid of STDs, pregnancies, and the like. Maybe for good reason, maybe for accidental reason.

The lifestyle doesn’t suit the fears I already have. Neil Strauss wrote about his fears about sexually transmitted everythings.

Done. Seriously. Done.

My first two targets had to leave – work the next day. If you’re at an after-hours place, I think you should be obligated to stop when the sun rises. Seriously, why waste all of our time.

I eventually had an experience that encompassed several key PUA points. I spotted a girl standing with a guy who I had met a few months ago.

Round 1 – engage them both

Round 2 – AMOG

Round 3 – Get the guy to do tasks for me and the young lady; her name is “Rebecca”

Round 4 – Try and kiss close at the bar.

The latter didn’t work – but we did take a lot of pictures and I got her to walk w/ us to another apartment-party. To give you an idea, it is 6:00a and I just walked through the door.

Eventually, we found comfort on a couch in front of a video projector (very strange, different story). There was more picture-taking, great, sexy kissing. And some escalation. Then things got weird.

Some dude wanted to get into with me …

I walked past him and girl and tried to strike up a conversation. He said, “we are having a private conversation, would you mind giving us a moment.” Cool. So I started to walk away. Then he asked if I would grab them the bottle of champagne from the table.

I said, “I don’t jump through hoops.”

She laughed.

Then, and I’m not sure of the moves, but he started to run hot. And got into with me.

She left, almost instantly.

Then he started to go on and on about how Noam Chomsky was the most incredible thinker/writer, ever.

I wanted to save the situation, since he was a friend-of-a-friend and I asked if we could recalibrate our relationship.

This guy wanted to dominate conversation through talk. I just smiled.

Seriously, Noam Chomsky. I told him, and very softly – almost in his ear – that Noam Chomsky was a glorified op-ed writer.

Then I suggested the NLP text “Frogs into Princes” (or whatever the full title is). I said, it’s about Neuro Linguistic Programming.

He said he wasn’t “into computers.”

I said, “it’s a social theory book.”

He asked me to repeat the title.

I did.

Then I left with “Rebecca.” Who I had just met an hour ago.

No one AMOGs me with Noam Chomsky. If he had said Richard Feynman, I may have backed down and called it a day.

LOVE,

EATS