My Type? Male.

I take a nap every single day. A naked nap, at that. I come home in the early afternoon, strip off all my spandex (I need a break from that too-it gets so damn tight and confining), turn my phone on silent, crank my fan on high to drown out all the hustle of the city, and hop into my fluffy bed. Not all the caffeine in the world could take my nap away. The purpose of this power nap is not to catch up on rest (obviously 20 minutes of shutting my eyes will not cancel out my sleep deprivation) but to completely turn my mind off. Off from business, off from clients, off from boys, and off from any demands or needs knocking at my door. I love nap time.   

My alarm clock went off at 4:42am this morning, as it does every morning but Sunday. Regardless of whether I have a 6am client or not, my day starts at 4:42. It just so happened that my 6am had previously cancelled our session for today, which (much to my delight!) meant I got to start my day with a cardio sesh. I practically jumped out of bed (it’s really quite sickening how much of a morning person I am), took my pre-workout supplements, did my dishes while my supplements took a few minutes to settle,  and then headed downstairs in my apartment building to hit the elliptical for a half an hour. No intervals for me today; I kept my heart rate at a steady 145 while reading “Awakening the Entrepreneur Within”. Reading is critical to self-development. Unfortunately, I’m always too busy self-developing to sit down and read which means the only hope for me to dive into a book is during a lower intensity cardio session on the elliptical or stairmaster. Time management, people. 

I also never read for entertainment. Always for knowledge and character growth. I will admit, however, that the only time I read a fictitious book(s) in the last decade was when I got sucked into the battle between Edward and Jacob. Obviously, I’m Team Jacob. 

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I chose Jacob for his muscles, now aren’t you? It is true, his muscles are exceptionally yummy in the last movie, however, that is certainly not why I’m on his team. Jacob knows how to treat a woman. His actions display love, adoration, and protection for Bella, but are never overbearing. Edward is needy and sappy. Gag. The main reason I’m on Team Jacob, though, is because he has a sense of humor! He makes Bella laugh! Edward is so damn serious all the time. Wah, wah. What fun is that? I’ll take the giggling, please. And the dark, ripped, and handsome are just lovely perks.  

Through conversations, I’ve found that most people assume I am only interested in gorilla meatheads that spend hours in the gym and have a body to show for it. WRONG.   A man who has somewhat of a habit and interest in exercising/eating right is my only requirement in the physical department. Besides that, I seek depth in a man; wisdom, humor, drive, leadership, thoughtfulness, humbleness, and confidence. THAT’S the type of man that makes time spent together effortless. THAT’S what makes a great lover. And THAT’S what I want in a lifetime partner. 

My introduction to relationships came when I was 15 years old. Before that, I had a relationship with Michael Jackson. My obsession for him was far above what should be deemed acceptable for a 12-year-old girl. At this point in his career he was more known for his indecent behavior than for his music, but when I stumbled upon my older brother’s HIStory album (I was doing research because I planned to be a mega pop star in the near future), I couldn’t believe the genius behind his music. Every song had meaning; had beats I’d never heard and melodies so catchy I couldn’t help but press repeat, over and over. Furthermore, I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw that Michael had written every song. This was a time when songwriters were behind the scenes creating hits for Britney, Nsync, and Christina. My respect for him grew further. I made my dad buy me DVD’s of his music videos and live performances, and I completely lost it. I would fixate on his dance moves and replicate them in my mind. Before I knew it, I could replicate them on the dance floor too. Michael just moved with every beat; so that’s what I did. My poor parents. God bless them for never placing judgement on me as I locked the door to my bedroom and danced like a crazy fool in front of my mirrors. And God bless Michael for being an inspiration to me to sing louder, dance freely, write creatively, and impact lives. 

My infatuation with Michael ended when I met James. James was two years older than me and after our first date at that homecoming dance, we spent five years together as best friends thinking we would live happily ever after. We had a great start to our relationship because I never, ever pretended to be someone else with him. I was always Angie. And he loved and accepted it. 

There’s really nothing bad I could say about James. He was thoughtful, supportive, loving, and loyal-an amazing boyfriend. I was instantly attracted to him because he was a talented and educated musician. He also had a keen grasp on politics, which we discussed often. I loved it. I loved learning from him...and laughing with him. His sense of humor kept me giggling all five years. Goofy as hell-but it didn’t bother me. People couldn’t believe when we started dating because we were such an odd couple in their minds. He was a self-proclaimed “band nerd”, and I was, well, Angelica Lewis. He didn’t care, though, and neither did I. He also didn’t care that I intended to be a virgin until marriage. He was willing to wait for me wholeheartedly. Oh, to find that kind of devotion again. He didn’t have to, of course, because I only made it ten months before realizing I am way too much of a sexual being to live without intimacy. We had many first experiences together; we grew together and loved each other dearly-and then Apollo happened. 

Apollo was the complete opposite of James in every way, shape, and form. He truly looked like a greek god, and felt like one too. Regardless of his dominating physique, I wasn’t even interested in him until we took a class together as personal trainers. Once again, it was the smarts that got me. He was much more intuitive than I would’ve thought upon my first impression. I just assumed he was a punk-ass, 22-year-old who liked to throw weight around and grunt a lot. Turns out, he was 31 (going on 21), and much to my pleasant surprise, actually had a brain inside his juiced up head. I developed a crush quickly. 

I ended my relationship with James, although we continued to talk for years. As I began to play the game with Apollo and eventually became his girlfriend, I often found myself turning to James for support when anything got rough. To an extent, I hid the real Angie from Apollo for a long time, as I thought he may be turned off by my goofiness. He was more concerned with how people perceived him than I could bear to comprehend. James was always there for me with advice, Apollo was always there to pleasure me. James was my emotional crutch, and Apollo was my latin lover. I believe this to be one of the most selfish things I have ever done. I rarely regret mistakes I have made, as I believe everything is a learning lesson in life, but this is one I do. I hurt James and I can never take that back. 

When I grew up a little bit and understood the extent of my selfishness, I cut all ties with James. Apollo and I continued to date for three years. I put Apollo on a pedestal; always trying to make his life easier and happier. I adored him like you wouldn’t believe and would do anything for him. He was older, sexier, and more experienced than me. I felt like I was dating up. The truth is, my instinct always told me I wasn’t going to marry Apollo. But I went against it. I tried to force it. We seemed like the perfect match. Fitness consumed our lives. We opened a business together. But at the end of the day, Apollo’s ego was too big to love me the way I loved him. And I knew God had someone out there who would appreciate every bit of me. Just after our 3rd anniversary, I was finally able to hold my head high and walk away from the hope of us pulling though. The fear of being alone forever sunk in and I felt ill for two weeks- and then Justin happened. 

Justin was the perfect rebound. Our relationship ended as quickly as it began. If there was one thing I got from dating Justin, it was that I will never date a personal trainer or bodybuilder again. Ever. Too competitive. So, in a matter of two weeks we met, fell in love, and then I was over it. I was over it and ready to not think about a man for awhile- and then Andrew happened- that very evening. 

I had been giving Andrew “f-me” eyes at the gym for a long time. You know, when you check someone out and you have that look? No? Well, anyways. I had never talked to him because I go the gym for serious business, not happy hour. Come on, now. But then I ran into him at a popular bar in belltown and we hit it off. Easy to hit it off when you’re ten shots deep, I suppose. 

Once again, I was intrigued. He was incredibly good looking, was a business owner of a popular company, and he liked to hit the gym. As I spent more time with him I only liked him more and more. I could be Angie. He made me laugh harder than anyone has in a long time. Three months in and still not moving forward with any sort of commitment, I had to end it. I was falling. Hard. And he had no interest in being my boyfriend. At 33 years old and many a girlfriends behind him, he claimed his whole idea of relationships had changed. He said I was too young to understand. Whatever, dude.  

Here’s the deal with older men: you get to them too late and they have serious baggage. Like Andrew, here. We had SO much fun together, had a lot in common, had amazing, crazy sex, and had nothing but potential as a couple. But no, Andrew wasn’t willing to take the risk on a relationship. And I wasn’t willing to risk falling for him further with no commitment. I am way too cool to be a friend with benefits. 

So here I am. Single and going on three weeks of celibacy. Oh boy. Also going on week one of extreme carb cycling. Oh jeez. 

After my cardio sesh this morning, I headed down to my beautiful gym and trained clients at 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11. At noon, my business partner and I met with an interested potential investor to discuss details of his possible role and equity in our company. For two hours we reviewed and added to our business plan to transform Full Circle into a membership-based gym. So much detail in regards to our new organization and management, marketing strategy, and vision for our company. I love it. I love business. Being a business owner means I get to find new ways to offer the best quality services and products to change my customers’ lives. I mean, how awesome is that? 

I then walked home while listening to my “Dreamy” playlist, full of Coldplay and songs like the Glee version of “Don’t Stop Believin’”, and proceeded to take my naked nap instantly upon setting foot in my apartment. I managed to squeeze off some emails to virtual clients and my assistant, and fill out some questions for CRAVE to be a featured entrepreneur in their fall edition, before walking back down to Full Circle to take care of clients at 5 and 6. 

A light evening for me, so I planned to end my night with a yoga sesh. But then Amber, my partner in crime, convinced me to partake with her in a run around greenlake instead. 

By this time I had consumed 80g of carbohydrates total for the past two days...and it hit me halfway around greenlake. So our run turned into a walk. 

Amber dropped me back off at home and here I am, carb depleted and typing away. Taking my daily probiotic and hitting bed asap, as I have 13 appointments tomorrow. 

The good news is, my spandex won’t be as tight tomorrow. And I get a small amount of oats in the morning. Can’t wait to feel all taught again. Hopefully a fabulous man can feel it too. 

Match.com, here I come. 

Ciao for now!