Let's get physical, physical...

On a whim the other morning, I decided to precede my shower with crunches, weight lifting and push-ups. I noticed I was getting a little tired after lugging boxes and heavy items around my office, and it upset me.

The final count? 10 reps of 6 different arm exercises, and 30 crunches.

30? Ugh.

I've never been a huge exerciser. I love running and I walk everywhere (which comes with the territory of being a New Yorker.) Other than that, actual working out bothers me. I'd rather play a rough game of soccer or play catch.

The final count of 30 really bothered me. I started to count how many of my lesbian friends actually work out. Pretty much everyone. When I thought about it, only one out of the five most recent people I've hooked up with did not have some kind of ab-like definition. I started to worry, because I'm definitely a softer lesbian. I like my curves, and as Ginger told me the one time we slept together "You have such a beautiful body." Whether that was a line, the fact that she was drunk, or maybe even the truth, I don't know. What I do know is that the number 30 is really starting to bother me.

Mission: incorporate more ab-work into my daily regimen, whether it be sitting up straighter, side bends during work, that awkward sit in the chair and hold your knees up at work, or go to the gym with a co-worker- I'm going to do it. This way, the next time someone calls my body beautiful, I'll actually believe it.

Let me clarify though- I in no way dislike my body/think I am fat/will develop some kind of eating disorder- it's just the vanity of the New York lesbian scene that worries me. I want someone to love me for me, but when it comes down to it- I want my one-night stand to remember me fondly as this "hot-chick I once banged."

Question: When it comes down to it, we all fall in love with the person, not the body, but to sleep with someone, we all want to be with the hottie potottie with the six-pack and the glutes of glory. But isn't being gay about loving ourselves and others for who we are? Are we turning into obnoxious gym-obsessed 23 year old boys looking for a hot-piece? Are there enough lesbians in NYC that we can actually start to be incredibly picky with who we are dating?

Time to start my crunches...

Until the drama continues...