Well after what can only be called a shit week. I am feeling a bit better, thanks to my friends, a haircut and way too much beer.

Thanks

Well I made it through my first gym session since I left the Army and I am still alive. I feel great actually. My arms are feeling a little ... humm whats the right word... lethargic.???

Anyway after 2 hours I thought that I had had enough for my first day back in the slog. Not a bad place really. There was a whole mix of people there. From the standard "I work out 19 times a week" guys, to the "I purchased a membership but I only use it once a month" women. There was a couple of pretty good looking girls that had absolutley no need to be there. I think that they go to get out of the house for a while while their husbands are at work.

The staff are friendly (although don't speak a word of English) but I wasn't really expecting them to. They walk around correcting peoples technique on the weight machines, which is important given that you can do some serious damage if you use some of those bastard the wrong way.

They have their own in-house TV channel too. It plays the standard up-beat dance music to get you pumping. They also show clips from random things as well. I watched truck rally crashes, skateboarders eating concrete and the red bull air races.

Much more than I expected to get for the price. €16.50 per month. Not too bad considering that the other gyms I went to wanted €40+, one even wanted €72.50 per month. I had to control myself from laughting my way outa there. Anyho.. Thats all for now I will let you know how it goes... If I can get outa bed tomorrow. Ciao

OK I signed up tp a gym yesterday. Now I am getting ready to go kill myself... in a workout I mean.

While I was out on Friday, in the club I heard the stangest thing. Now I am unsure wheather it was the alcohol or extacy everyone else was on but when they play the Spong Bob Square Pants theme (In German of course) in the club and everyone goes mental with excitement I have to think that there is something wrong. Don't you? Perhaps Sponge Bob had subconcious lyrics and they have all been brainwashed into buying a certain type of soap. Whatever the answer is.. it is disturbing.

Well, after an anxious week I finally had the date (Her name was Michelle as I found out.) Total disaster. She showed up 30 mins late (kind of expected though, she is a girl.) She wasn't in a good mood from the start, but we went to dinner anyway. I asked her what was wrong.. she said "Nothing is wrong" which obviously means that "Everything is wrong" (I know womens vocab.)

Anyway after a very one sided dinner conversation she wanted to go to a club. So we went and after loosing her for 30 mins and finding her outside where she had obviously been crying she suggested that we go back to my place. We went back and were getting into bed and I asked her again what is going on. She explained to me that the day we met she had broken up with her boyfriend and thought that having a date with me would get him out of her head. Good idea - NOT

So we talked (and she cried) for a while and then she said that she had to go home. Because it was 2am I offered for her to stay the night.. no strings attached but she said that because she had embarrased herself too much that she couldn't face me and had to go home.

I told her to call me when she feels better. I would have liked to have said "Call me when you straiten yourself out", but somehow I don't think it translates that well. I am not expecting nor wanting her call.