September 7, 2005

• 1, 2, 3, 4, … 30 push ups

  “Hon, look! Look! My muscles are
  showing! See how big they are!”

  (Nodded without looking away from
  the tv)

  “Touch it! It’s so lumpy &
  hard, eh?”

  (From only 1-2 months of push
  ups?? Naaaah…)

  1, 2, 3, 4, … 60 sit ups

  “Honey! Look here! If I hold my
  breath & tuck my belly like…this much, I practically already have a six
  pack abs. See?!! Am I right?”

  (Munch..munch.. Yumm, this
  Nutella’s sandwich is good!)

  “Honey! Look at me, please!?! See
  the lines in my abs.. They’re still here. You know I used to have great abs…”

  (Oh yes.. Yes.. 6 lines…now on a
  wobbly belly)

  “I’ll do more push ups & sit
  ups now. You count, okay?”

  (Hhhuaaaammm… 1…2….6?)

  Later he would spend quite a while & numerous
  times in front of the mirror. Admiring his body which despite of the big
  belly I also love so much.
  

  My husband. Some of his friends
  called him megalomaniac. I prefer to consider him as narcissistic.
  Babe, if you
  spent 1 more second in front of that damn mirror, there’s nothing I can
  do
  except to go along with your friends. Narcissism is apparently
  contagious or is
  becoming a trend. Coz now, every guy in my team is more narcissistic
  than ever.
  If not through fashion & six packs’ abs, then through creative ads
  or writings in blogs. Which one’s better, I can’t tell. 1 thing for
  sure: I’m
  surrounded by 21st century Narcissus.

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