Last week I was sitting in the movie theater, snacking on my smuggled cheese sticks, watching Dan in Real Life (don’t worry, no big spoilers ahead). Most of the film takes place during a large family get together and in one scene a male character and the woman he’s dating lead the family in a group aerobics class on the lawn. My first thought:
“Oh my gosh, I totally need to date an aerobics instructor so I can get free lessons!”
If thoughts like these don’t prove I’m a changed woman, I don’t know what will. Five years ago I would have thought, “Who in their right mind would exercise on vacation?”
But I think it would be great to date someone who was just as much into health and fitness as I am. Or better yet, I could date a hardcore sportsman who could teach me to rock climb or rollerblade or mountain bike. We could cheer each other on and buy each other. . . rock climbing stuff. Ropes? Hmm, that might give him the wrong idea.
I think healthy living might actually be a deal breaker for me as far as relationships go. I don’t want to date a smoker and I don’t want to date someone who’s significantly subsidizing the Ben & Jerry’s company. They don’t necessarily have to run marathons and lift weights, but they can’t be sabotaging me either. And free body pump classes are always a plus.