Girls: Stomach Crunches. Worthiness. The Movie "Twins"

Stream of Conciousness

I went Indoor Climbing today.
I do so three times a week and run three times a week with one rest-day.
I had a good climb.
I climbed with a fellow named Sean for the most of the night.
I talked a lot.
"Listening is an art."
I do listen. I just talk more.
Why?
I enjoy hearing what I have to say and call me egocentric, I think other people find what I have to say interesting too.
Arrogant?
I don't think of myself so, but, I could understand someone else thinking so.
Ramble?
Yes I do, but I prefer to think of it as Stream of Conciousness.

After climbing I did sit-ups.
Why do I excercise?
To look good.
To feel attractive.
I see a pretty girl and even if I don't talk to her I want to feel that I could, that I'm worthy of talking to her.
I wish that I had started excercising diligently earlier. *sigh*
But, that wasn't possible.
I had too much to resolve in my mind.
I needed to reach a certain level of Mental Equilibrium.
I had to develop a a certain level of Emotional Control.

Back to the sit-ups.
I follow Bill Philips: Body for Life program.
It is very good.
I very much like it.
I'm grateful to Bill for a program that is as he would say, "A Complete Fitness Solution."

Back to the sit-ups.
I went up to the second level of the climbing center with its attractive wooden floors, pulled out a yoga mat and started doing crunches.
Girls came up.
I guess at 25 I should say women when the "girls" are close to my age, but, for some reason I have a reluctance to do so.
I wonder why that is?
Fear of aging?
Maybe...

Anyways, the "girls" come up and I started crunching harder.
That simple.
One of the girls I like because she's attractive.
Actually...come to think of it...if it had only been the other two girls who had come up I...still might have crunched harder but my subconcious reason for doing so would have changed to reducing the slight bit of baby fat I have around my waist to sleek slabs of muscle.
As it is, thinking that the cute girl might have been ocassionally glancing in my direction made me crunch harder instinctively.
Well...after all...the reason I work out is to Feel Worthy Of Interacting With Attractive Girls.
I doubt this phenomenon is isolated to me.
I suspect that most of us are like this.
There are a few people who can actually feel in their hearts for real, and love the abstract, untangible "soul" of another person, but, simply put: I'm Not One Of Those People.
When my body looks good, I'll talk with cute girls.
As things stand now, if a cute girl talks to me, obviously she thinks I'm good looking enough to merit talking with.
In Animal Standards she has approved of my presence and I am permitted to talk with her.

Why?
Why do I do this?
Why do I do this to myself?
Perceptions.
Beliefs: founded or not so.
What's Inside Does Count and, feels a whole lot better (I think) when the outside causes the opposite sex to think about sex too.

Conclusion

As Julius said in the movie Twins:

Vincent: "Well, you do like women don't you?"

Julius: "Yes, of course. They're strange, sensitive. They have compassion. I have the highest respect for women."

Vincent: [shocked. speaking in disbelief and amazement] "You're a virgin."

Julius: [uncomfortable] "That's private."

Vincent: [still shocked] "A 35 year old virgin."

When do the romantic notions of the opposite sex fade?

I don't know.

It hasn't happened to me yet.