I've never really considered myself to be much of an explorer or a particularly brave man.

However, that hasn't seemed to stop me from getting into the predicament I'm in now.

It was around three months ago that my girlfriend of four years left me for another man,

and she really was the last tether keeping me grounded to any semblance of a social life.

Don't get me wrong, I have friends that I love to see, but most live across the Metroplex, about an hour's drive.

So it's a rare day when I make the effort to drive out there, and even more rare to have them drive out to see me.

Over the past three months, I've gone through most of the stages of a breakup, sorrow,

self-pity, hopelessness, and anger, but after taking a look at myself, I decided there

were a few things I could improve, and although I'm not in a particularly bad shape, I wanted to sculpt my physique to something

more attractive to women.

This is a problem as I'm a fairly lazy man.

Not everything in my life has been handed to me, but I've learned to put the least amount

of effort into any and all activities as possible. So, rather than buying a gym membership and taking the five amount of effort into any and all activities as possible.

So, rather than buying a gym membership and taking the five-minute drive down the road,

I decided I'd simply build myself a home workout center and do some ab blasting in my apartment.

I only recently moved into this place about a month before my ex left me, sharing a two-bedroom

with absolutely no one.

It lies in the far corner of the complex on the second story, and the balcony gives me an

excellent view of the enormous soccer fields in the woods beyond that.

The only problem is that the landlady lives underneath me, and I learned fairly quickly that the whole

home gym setup was a bust, as almost immediately, when doing reps with the weights I bought,

I heard the crotchety woman banging on the floor with a broom handle, commanding me to keep

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