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" Just got back from the gym. I was there for a workout; what I got was a work over.  I decided to take an abs class. Not because I want one of those fruity-looking eight-packs, but because that&amp;#039;s where all the hot women dwell. Taking my place on a blue mat in the back row, I sat down and stared in the mirror to survey the real estate. There was a hard-body blonde in the first row, a perky little cheerleader type next to her, behind her a tall but curvy brunette who was either a dancer or a bikini model. I wonder if women do this, too. Check out all the talent around them. Because they always seem to be in their own little world.  As I ran down each row, I stopped on a redhead, waving at me. It was Blythe. Just last month, I&amp;#039;d have done anything to run into her. Now I couldn&amp;#039;t avoid her. I waved back, feeling like an idiot. There&amp;#039;s no way a man can ever look cool waving. It&amp;#039;s sort of like waiting at Starbucks for a penny change. How do you play that off? If you wait, you look cheap, and if you tell them to keep it, you look even cheaper.  Blythe got up and told me how happy she was to see me. &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t know you took abs class,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Yet another A plus in the Zach report card.&amp;quot;  After class, I lay on my back, completely knocked out. In fact, my abs hurt so much right now, I can barely type this. But here&amp;#039;s what happened next: Blythe came right over, all sweaty and hot, and lay down next to me. &amp;quot;We both need a massage,&amp;quot; she says. &amp;quot;My treat?&amp;quot;  What the hey, I thought, taking her up on the offer. It&amp;#039;s not like massages are a luxury I can afford these days, and they offer them right next door to my gym. I showered up and met her at the spa. My massage was perfect, save for the moment the therapist asked me to turn around and was greeted by my flag at full mast (at that moment I remembered why I don&amp;#039;t get massages that often). Later, we met in the lounge with a fireplace and hot tea.  &amp;quot;Relaxed?&amp;quot; she asked.  &amp;quot;Totally.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Good. Because I want to talk to you about something very important.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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