Last night, Rob and I were walking home from seeing Barbershop (a truly delightful movie) when we encountered a Massive Man. Rob said, "Oh my God," or something like that, and I said, "What?" And then I saw he was looking at a guy hanging around outside the Crunch gym, one of the most muscular men I have ever seen in person. As we passed, Massive Man began walking down the street behind us, and we could hear him speaking on his mobile phone in one of the most mind-numbingly dull conversations ever conceived. To paraphrase, Massive Man went to the gym that morning, went home and drank a protein shake, went to sleep, woke up, drank another protein shake, and went back to the gym. I could not imagine what sort of person would be interested in either learning or imparting this information. Rob is my boyfriend and (in my impartial opinion) one of the most fascinating people ever, and I still do not wish to know how he spends every moment of his day, nor does he wish to tell me. Further, Rob's activities vary daily, and from the looks of him, Massive Man does the same thing every day.

There is a lesson in here somewhere, but I am not quite sure where.

After this encounter, we went to the grocery store, where Rob bought steaks and potatoes; then we went home and he cooked them for us.

The whole thing made me glad to be who I am.