Michael wakes up early. He doesn’t remember any dreams. He takes a shower, shaves, even removes a few radical hairs from his eye brows. Not too sabby for a close to thirty virgin.

“What if after I talk to her, she wants to come directly to my house?” Michael thinks, looking around at his collection of G.I. Joes hanging on the walls, I mean they are vintage and cherry. Michael is pretty sure that won’t happen today anyways, it’s going to take a little time. Plus after work he’ll be at the gym.

Michael looks at the clock, another three hours before work. What to do? He begins push ups…the gym, that’s it. He begins packing a bag for the gym. Losing weight never killed anyone, or did it?

This should be fun.