An attractive woman got out of the car and made her way to a nearby building. She was wearing something tight, so I had little choice but to follow her (with my eyes). I saw that her destination was a gym. There’s something unhealthy going on here, I thought.
I haven’t had sex for a while* and I realise that not all the types of exercise that my imagination seems to consider easily doable, and regularly done, are in fact feasible at all, not to mention sustainable; and I admit that my memory may significantly exaggerate the intensity and length of a typical health and beauty session in question, but still – isn’t it a sign of things going pear-shaped when fit women need (any other) workout?
PS Actually, there may be a good business idea somewhere here. I can imagine a thriving councelling venture aiming to help women struggling with this problem, recruiting customers outside gyms with banners saying: "Young, fit and going to a gym? Would you, or your man (but we'd prefer you), like to talk about your situation? CALL NOW: 0800..." (I bet I could get some E.U. funding for that, considering their idiocy).
*good; I mean a good while, not that it’s necessarily good; but it’s not bad either – I have never done more serious philosophical thinking on sex that in those years when I (nearly) forgot about it.
