Am I the only person on the planet who sweats while working out? Seriously, in a room full of women, after an hour of jumping around and vehemently denying that Billy Jean was ever my lover, I look around and see a flurry of perfectly styled bangs, still poofed from their morning run-ins with hair dryers and styling gizmos. Meanwhile I look like Andie McDowell at the end of Four Weddings and Funeral, only slightly more red and slightly less MAKING OUT WITH HUGH GRANT. I don’t know whether to be ashamed or proud. I do know that I am eating lasagna tonight.
Query March 18, 2010