He eats the same meal six times a day. Cooks them all on
Sunday nights and packs them up in his freezer and fridge. 42 matching
tupperwares stacked like airplane dinners. 4 ounces chicken breast. 4 ounces
spinach. 1 gram salt. 1 gram pepper.
Pre and post workout shakes for Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays
and Saturdays. Days off consist of tanning and shopping for shirts cut low
enough to show off his chest, and jeans cut wide enough to fit his thighs.
His colleagues at work call him The deTerminedator. But they
don’t call him for beers on Friday night. Not anymore.
He says he’s doing this as much for himself as for some
lucky lady, but when he does find a date he brings his own meals to the
restaurant. He wonders why they all expect him to pick up the tab. He wonders
why they never call him back.
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