Heya fellas—
I just finished a 21-day fitness challenge on Facebook this past weekend: my personal goal was to work on back and shoulders. As I started out being one of the fittest members of the whole group of competing teams, I had a lot of fun motivating others across teams (90% female) to stay on track and stick with their diets, etc.—posting stills (and some video) of my workouts (shirtless, of course)—reveling at all the female attention in the process (and learning a
lot—about women, that is).
Here are before (12/24/14) and after (6/5/15) shots of my back:
It was a
very interesting experience for me particularly because I was invited by a girl with whom I used to perform music back in high school to be the only man on an otherwise all-female team (she caught a shirtless pic on my FB page). Believe me, I did
everything in my power to present myself as the free-wheeling, no-strings-attached, sexual man I want to be, and by and large, I think succeeded: exchanging risqué photos with horny housewives, teasing sexual banter whenever I joined their chat, and finally becoming a fly on the wall to hear all their true thoughts about their "man-child" boyfriends, irritable husbands, and
much more—their true calculative nature. As far as I could tell, they held nothing back whenever I was around: I even earned the nickname,
Man Candy.
Our team captain publicly praised me on the public group FB page, citing first their concerns of whether or not they would be honest with each other having a man around, and then going on to state that they were all comfortable sharing anything and everything with me. I realize this was tip-toeing on the boarder of "male-girlfriend" territory, but seeing as how they never stopped calling me
man candy or Honey Badger (team name)
manliness, I think I held up my masculine frame.
Sure, in the end, this was all just "empty calories," to quote Chase. I still think it was a great learning experience for me: even the digital arena
can be a great testing ground to run ideas. I FB friended a few beautiful women (all of whom live no where near me) just to play around with attention/validation techniques and test my concept of "benevolent" sexism. In one example, a particularly hot girl had posted something to the effect of, "if a guy wants you for your breasts, legs, and thighs, send him to KFC. You are a lady, not some cheap value meal…" I 'liked' her comment and responded, "all I want is three of those awesome, healthy cooked meals, a willing companion with which to watch violent war movies, and plenty of ego-stroking—plus I highly doubt KFC could compete anyway," to which she promptly 'liked' and added a three winks in return. I know it doesn't mean all that much in the grand scheme of things, but I still see this as a decent example of personal, field-tested proof of female psychology. Thank you, Mr. Joseph W. South, for that awesome book!
By the way, the moment I put up that picture of my back to my own FB page, a very beautiful, former ballet dancer I had dated two years ago (but not slept with) almost immediately messaged me about tickets to my next concert. For a hard-case studling like myself, this has all been worth it.
Rage-to-Mastery Fitness!
Cheers,
-M
P.S. My point is not to brag but to inspire! Remember, I'm just a guy who bought a supposedly dud internet program and self-taught his way to the physique I have now. Anyone of you can do this, and, however much of a man you already are, taking the best care of yourself physically can only help you feel and
be that much greater a man.