Well I got some answers today. I don’t need to go to the gym to make myself prettier, or in order to meet someone else’s (or my own) ideal of beauty, etc., but in fact I need to go exercise and lower my cholesterol.

We had free screenings today. I usually go to hear them say how good my blood pressure is, or to make sure I’m not on my way to a heart attack like my dad (it all runs in the family you see). Today, though, I found out that I’m borderline high-risk. Great, well that settles it then.

I should also clarify that I don’t in fact think that I’m ugly or unattractive (though thanks to those who posted nice comments about me being handsome, those made me feel good). My previous entry was more about finding the ideal–or the fantasy, in the High Fidelity sense–when in reality that ideal is perhaps unattainable.

[By the way, how did that movie slide under my radar for so long?]

I think that is what brought this all on. We as a society have been running with this fantasy of the perfect partner for so long. We all have preconceived notions and images of what our match looks and acts like. But what we don’t immediately realize is that underneath all of those notions lies the potential for incompatibility and miscommunication.

Every relationship will have problems. Learning how to get through them will be more valuable than just trying to avoid them, or by moving on to someone else.

Oh well. Regardless, I guess this means no more eggs for breakfast, and I guess I’ll be seeing you at the gym. I’ll be the dorky looking fellow with skinny arms and an ipod strapped to my waist.