Speaking of, right now you have a solid reverse-New Girl situation going. Which one is the Schmidt, and which one is your Nick Miller?
Finally got my shit together and had a "real" training day:
Cleans:
40kgx3
60x3
70x3x2
80x3x2
90x3x2
Squat:
110x5
130x5
137x5x3
Working in with some guy so I let him set the tone. No grinders, but 137 is supposed to be effortless, which it was decidedly not.
She-Hulk was there repping muscleups off the rings holy shit.
Then I had to leave to join my roommates and their girlfriends for mimosas I am not banging any of them it's fine.
Speaking of, right now you have a solid reverse-New Girl situation going. Which one is the Schmidt, and which one is your Nick Miller?
Alas, the Good Lord giveth, and the Good Lord is a giant fucking cocktease. Our #1 (the Schmidt) was fired from her old job the other day for belittling her boss in front of everyone and hired by a new employer in Connecticut today, to start ASAP; she's frantically packing the UHaul now and the other two decided that we'll probably pick a dude to roll in soon. I also think I'm moving into gay-friend territory with those two; they were amused that thanks to my CG training, I know more about womenswear than they do. This sort of exchange happens nearly daily:
Young girls: "We're going shopping at BCBG and Sephora today!"
Me: "Oh honey why? Your high school proms were years ago....."
YGs: "What do you mean?"
Me: "BCBG is great if you think fuchsia, teal, rhinestones, and paying $50k/year to major in photography at NYU are good ideas...You're better than that, guys!"
YGs: ".....Oh okay. Well, we'll try anyway. Cya!"
Later one of them (the Nick Miller) called me a J.Crew mannequin, which was kind of funny. I promised she and I are going to go to Bloomies soon because a 25-year-old defense analyst with degrees in international relations and economics and such shouldn't be anywhere near a Forever 21. Let's see how that goes.
You seriously need to sit at home with a big pizza and several six packs to re-establish your Man Credentials.
Extra points for Wifebeater Vest, preferably stained with gravy and / or blood.
Holy shit, you are the Schmidt. And now your Schmidt is the Coach, who will be replaced by an ethnically similar Winston until season 3. In season 3 Coach's shitty show he abandoned you for will get cancelled and he'll come back so you'll have two black guys and one of my friends will finally realize they aren't the same person.
You should still bang the Nick Miller, though.