Guy A: Fess up. Who wants more exercise because they want to feel healthier, and who wants more exercise because they want to impress the opposite sex?
Guy B: I’m pretty sure most people agree that more sex makes them feel better.
Guy C: This can be a vicious cycle. I once got into shape. It started innocently enough with a few situps and pushups in the morning before going to work. I started feeling better and got more confident. This started attracting the opposite sex. All the sex ended up burning even more calories. I got into better shape. The sex plus the physique made me even more confident. To make a long story short… within a month I was basically engaged in sex about 20 out of 24 hours a day; sometimes with three or four supermodels at a time.
It may sound good in theory, but after a year or so I had had enough. A good friend of mine managed to sneak me a rope underneath a tray of oysters and champagne. I managed to convice Monique, Tara, Natasha, and Miriam that I was going to take a shower (“alone, this time, ladies”) and from the bathroom window I managed to rappel down the sides of the Four Seasons to a waiting limo.
Under cover of darkness, I retreated to a special camp where I played Doom (this was back in the 90’s) and drank Mountain Dew. Thankfully, after a few months of this I was able to resume a normal life and pass unnoticed as a “normal Joe”.
The moral of the story is: don’t work out unless you are willing to suffer the consequences