Diary of a Stud

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Sunday, 8 a.m. Drank whey powder, amino acid supplements, Green Tea power drink. Powerlifted at club, mega treadmill workout,  30 wind sprints on the track. 2 hours. Sunny but windy.

Smiled at two women on the track. They  checked out my butt.  Smiled. Wrote in journal how to achieve maximal effort in less time. Did not make me happy.  Wrote draft of talk on negative self talk for next week. Repeated my mantras. Made me happy. But bored.

10:30 a.m. Texted son to meet for lunch.

11:00 a.m. Too many emails. Too many darn women.

12:00 p.m. Whey powder drink. Met son. Told him he had to get job and give money to the mother of his baby.

1:00 p.m. Susan called. Why do exwives pester? She said get lost. I got lost. She calls three times a week.  Her calls go into voicemail.

2:00 p.m. Answered emails. Sherria thought I was ill, hadn't heard from me in days. I said, Take care. Merry K keeps texting me and sending me emails. I'm getting bored.

3:00 p.m. Read the newspaper. Disgusted and depressed. Anxious. Sprinted near the house to relieve the anxiety.

4:00 p.m. Groomed. Removed nose-hairs, trimmed toenails, nails, shaved chest hair. Monthly hair dye.  Disgusted with self. Trim, good-looking hunk looking for a good time. Even more disgusted with self.  Athletic, muscular, youthful looking man looking for …
Ah, effit. I just wanna get laid.

5:00 p.m. More emails coming in. Too many women. Later. Paper work to do.  Son wants money. Bills to pay.

6:00 p.m. Watched the game. Patriots effin lousy.

8:00 p.m. Sister calls, wants to go to lunch tomorrow. Agreed. Susan called and I picked up. HUGE mistake.  That woman needs to get laid. Maybe my sister can fix her up with someone just to get her off my back.

9:00 p.m. Memories of Karen. Smile. Right. We never married, so you can't compare. Too effin difficult to please. Me.

9:30 p.m. Practiced next week's talk on negative self talk in front of mirror. Must rent microphone. 

10:00 p.m. Opened a beer. Checked emails. The only ones I want to email me don't. I emailed them. I am a very patient man.

10:30 p.m. Wrote in novel.  "We are all virgins and untamed spirits looking to be taken away yet we wrap our lives in surface pleasures. At the end of the day, all we want is to heal the broken places, for the end of desire is merely the aching to be whole." Effin good. Not gonna happen any time soon.


Copyright © 2008 Kathryn Esplin-Oleski.

Originally written in 2005.

This is fiction. Obviously.

About the Author ()

An article of mine, 'On Marriage, Life, Death and Remarriage' was published in "Blended Families (Social Issues Firsthand) by Greenhouse Press." An article of mine was referenced in this book: "Margaret Atwood: a reference guide" by Judith McComb

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