On the way back from my aunt’s house, we were all in the car and my stepmom started telling me about the Plenty of Fish profile she’s going to make for me, which I thought was hilarious. She told me she knows my type to a tee, so I asked her what she thought was my type and she listed red hair, burliness, intelligence (at least a Master’s degree she said), and fitness-oriented as traits that make up my ideal man-identified partner. It’s pretty funny that she managed to get it spot on, but she needed more information for my fictional POF profile, so she asked me if I prefer hairy or smooth.
I told her that a person’s body really does come second in my mind. My sister piped up and told me that “now that you’ve got a CrossFit body, you can be choosy,” as if I couldn’t be choosy before, or I was going for a cop-out. I thought that was pretty hilarious. Then Dad reminded me that CrossFit women are generally pretty hot and I was all “yeah, that’s a good point, but most of them could press me and I think they’d want a man who could press them,” to which he replied that maybe it could be fun to be pressed by a strong woman every now and then.
By now we were all dying of laughter, because, you know, the situation was pretty funny and we were mostly joking around. I just love my family and how we can laugh about these things so comfortably and they don’t have to be topics on their own. They do a really great job of making me feel normal and comfortable and I’m just so thankful for that.