My date had knee surgery recently.
Usually he plays tennis three nights a week which leaves me plenty of time to download porno, shop online and overeat in private.
After his surgery he was instructed to wait six weeks before playing again.
His world came to a grinding halt.
Suddenly I had company. All the time. And none too pleasant company after a few weeks. He was going crazy and getting frustrated.
A good friend and I joined a gym and we are going to classes together and encouraging each other on our mission to revert back to a reasonable facsimilie of our previous "containers". You know, the one two or three sizes ago.
I had a great idea. I would take him to water aerobics class and Pilates class. He could do low impact exercise in the water and get strong(er) and toned while his knee healed.
Well.
The water aerobics was a bust. The elderly mermaids eyed him with bad intent and tried to curry favor by asking him if he was the instructor.
"I'm having a little trouble with that move, can you help me, sir?"
That didn't last long. Once, to be exact.
So we went to Pilates class. We grunted and sweated as we strengthened our cores.
My core needs more strengthening than his does seeing as mine is made of jello.
We did the "downward facing dog" position. This caused me to need to perform the "downward yanking underwear" maneuver.
Our instructor kept encouraging us.
I don't know why we didn't take up something a little less strenous to bond over.
