How Fit Girl Dates Fit Boy Parts 3 and 4.


Time to revisit Fit Boy and the ongoing saga (yes this seems like it will be a never ending story).  If you’ve missed parts 1 and 2, i promise they are a short, semi-entertaining read.

Sooo, I have had quite a block from writing. Sometimes it’s tough to sit down and express myself and what I am feeling in a written form! So Fit Boy’s story has been left hanging and now it’s time to bring it to a close, well at least for this week! Things have been progressing for me both personally and professionally. Even through my disaster I call a “dating life” I feel I have grown; figuring out what I am looking for in a potential mate, not wasting my time with the emotionally unavailable men, letting go of the emotionally draining/needy guys and still growing as a strong, independent (i know cliched) woman.  I’ve let men control me (and not in the hot and sexy way), lie to me, treat me like just shit, but all part of the learning process right?! (well, that’s what my mother keeps telling me.)


Being in the health /fitness industry is both awesome yet daunting at the same time. In a male dominated world, my hustle game has to be strong as well as me being confident in the business I am building! We fitness gals need a man that understands the entrepreneurial lifestyle of a trainer AND a competitor (“Uh I don’t like the idea of you going on stage in a bikini”…called controlling dude), leads a healthy lifestyle, and someone who makes us laugh while being on a low carb diet!  The picture I chose for this particular blog was of course on purpose; i feel it encompasses who i am.




I last left my Fit Boy story off when he started lazy texting me and bombarding me with selfies.

After a while of this type of daily interaction, I started to think, “oh my god is this what I am going to look forward to everyday?” “Have I become immune to the male form or am I just sick of seeing him?” I just feel that there should be more to a relationship than just how you look. Yes its great that we both have competing in common, but honestly looking like you are show ready is super hard to maintain and I kept thinking, well what about me in the off season? Will he like my fluff?

I have discovered through my fitness journey I love the person that I have evolved into, but I am more than just a trainer and a competitor. I don’t want to look stage ready all year (Like fuck I am going to diet and do show prep cardio 365 days a year!!!). I want a significant other that knows a healthy lifestyle is important but isn’t obsessed. I know that competing can be obsessive but it is not everything!

I also felt a turn with his interactions; a girl can tell, so i shouldn’t have been surprised right?  But I guess I didn’t expect it in the middle of the night.

So one night,  I was asleep, because well it was 3 am and he sent me a break up text. (I do remember the day because I had to get up super early to run a race on July 4th…Weird how that shit happens). Well I was asleep, obviously, but I woke up around 430 to find that text. (Texting to break up is like how Carrie Bradshaw was broken up with on a post it note.) Just saying. Well needless to say, I ran super fast in the hottest fucking race I have ever run, as I was slightly angry and of course I didn’t respond because it was 4 ish in the morning. (What the fuck is up with these early texts?,… taco boy!!!) Upon completion of that hot as Fuck race I find that he had sent me text after text that morning while i was sweating my entire body weight out.  And because I didn’t respond, he seemed up set (UH Dude can’t have the respond train only go your way) He just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t mad and was ok. (???????????)

Uh dude, nah, I am upset, it’s ok for me to be upset, and you can’t just send a break up text and expect me to be perfectly fine??? Eff that!

So thinking that our relationship is ‘over’ I keep on keeping on. Life must go on! So as part 3 ends, I will just dive right into part 4 because Fit Boy continues to pop into my life when I least expect it.

Why just the other day I received some texts from him….a couple of selfies (progress photos… maybe??? Or the seeking of reassurance on how big his lats are? Or ego stroke…”oh my god you’re so big now” is not the response i gave) and him telling me he will be competing soon. Of course I wished him good luck! Let bygones be bygones…I of course keep my inward thoughts in the parentheses! He then asked me if I was dating anyone; as I am not, I said no. Fit Boy (who has a current girlfriend) apparently was amazed that I am single (uh, im fine with it!); and proceeded to inform me that if we are ever single at the same time; he is coming for me. Uh what the fuck does that mean? I of course have sugar coated this whole debacle of a ‘relationship’ but I am not one that will revisit an epic fail of a relationship. Whatever I thought; maybe he will finally leave me alone; BUT OH NO!!!


The same evening….I received a full frontal nude + dick pic; followed several minutes later by an apology text. Apparently one of his friends got on his phone and sent that picture to me. “Uh first of all, what guy does that to another guy? And I would NEVER do that to a friend!” Somewhat fishy and no I didn’t believe him! Let’s just say that I was extremely embarrassed for him; if I myself were a huge dick I could send that pic all over the internet! I did not appreciate it, even if it was a “mistake” !!! Let’s move on Fit Boy, even single I am not available to you!!!


Hopefully this is ONLY a 4 parter!


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How Fit Girl Dates Taco Boy

Ok, so even though it has been awhile since I have written a “How To Date A Fit Girl” blog, never fear I have been out there collecting stories. Dating these days has been exhausting on top of training for competitions and working full time.   Recently I started talking to a new boy, who we will call “Taco Boy” as you will find out later. …

First date with Taco Boy; we met for brunch. I have found that most guys will ask me if I have certain dietary preferences; but Taco Boy did not. He suggested Brunch places that had absolutely no option that I could eat; as even during a cheat day I do not fried food. So I suggested a couple different options that had a wide variety of options that could please anyone. I used to be afraid of making what I eat a big deal, but for me it really is a big deal!

So brunch…(had to make it kind of early as I had another date that evening lol). Taco Boy was very nice and he had recently been to Thailand so we had a lot to talk about. He also asked me about eating/food…is what my partner eats a big deal to me? I said no; what my partner eats doesn’t bother me, but they also have to accept the fact that I eat a super clean diet and lately I haven’t even been eating meat…

Fit Girl: “no, what my partner eats doesn’t bother me BUT fast food does. I absolutely cannot stand fast food; I hate the smell of it and I think its just gross! I have seen too many people already that have suffered/suffering from heart disease because of their bad eating habits“

Taco Boy: “Ok ok,, I gotcha. I don’t really eat fast food. I agree with you, I mean I eat healthy most of the time, I am just getting back into it. “

(Insert internal eye roll here) The problem with my job is I feel some guys quickly turn me into their own personal trainer, like you don’t have to tell me when you go to the gym and please, PLEASE don’t “Promise” me that you’re just getting “back” into it. Back into what? For Fuck’s sake you sound like some of my clients.

Well Whatever, I brushed off the food part of the convo and we made plans to meet up, but then…Harvery and I was stuck on vacation; I know I know, poor me.

Ok so back from South America! Leading up to our second time meeting; we talk a few times after work on the phone. On a Wednesday I think:

Taco Boy: hey, how was your day?

Fit Girl: Hey! It was great, busy day and –

Taco Boy: Oh Hang on a Sec…

Fit Girl: Oh ok (Thinking he had to take another call)

Taco Bell Drive Thru Worker: Hi welcome to taco bell, what can I get for you?

Taco Boy: I’d like a number 3 and a number (what ever is for nachos) and a coke

Taco Bell Drive Through Worker: Ok that will be blah blah dollars. Please pull forward.

Taco Boy: Ok sorry I am back; how was your day?

Fit Girl: You at Taco Bell?

Taco Boy: Wait, You heard that?!

Fit Girl: Uh….Yes…

Taco Boy: oh man well I thought I put you on mute. I didn’t want you to hear me.  And how did you know I was at Taco Bell.

Fit Girl: Oh well the mute didn’t work and where else can you get drive through nachos? Kind of narrowed down the fast food joints.

Fit Girl to Fit Girl: WTF! (Insert bad facial diarrhea here, aka my stank face) Did this dude really just order fast food on the phone with me??? He should have just called me back instead of 1. Trying to put me on mute and 2. Trying to hide him ordering fast food and 3. I even put I DON’T EAT TACOS on my profile just to be forthright and honest.  I hate Tacos.  That’s my opinion and my choice so i don’t care what anyone thinks.

What I don’t understand is dating is dating, we are both out here trying to find a significant other that we are compatible with as well as someone you can be truthful and honest with. So If I am honest and expressing myself about my habits and what I don’t like; then fuck be honest and say that you do eat fast food every now and then or several days a week as it seems to be his case.

Well Thursday OR the very next day rolls around and Taco Boy gives me a call:

Taco Boy: “Blah blah….Telling me about a story with his co worker and how the co worker is so lazy and takes all these breaks during the day:

Fit Girl: Oh wow that sucks, I can’t believe –

Taco Boy: Oh hang on a sec – Phone Mutes

Fit Girl to Fit Girl: wait….is this fucker muting me again??

Taco Boy: (Several minutes later…I should have just fucking hung up) “Ok sorry about that”

Fit Girl: “Where are you at now…Burger King?”

Taco Boy: “Wait did the mute not work again?”

Fit Girl: No, it worked I was just assuming you were at burger king.

Taco Boy: No I am at Popeyes. I start Monday eating healthy.

Fit Girl Major eye roll and internal groan – why is it always “i’ll start monday????”

Taco Boy: yah I am going to start going to the gym again on Monday.

Fit Girl: Oh Ok cool (What the Fuck else am I supposed to say. I am NOT his trainer!!!!!!!!)

So then I start getting awoken by 4 am texts just letting me know he’s going to the gym. You know, sometimes I don’t have to get up to 430 or 5 even so now he’s fucking with my sleep…Thanks Taco Boy! This is doomed.


I woke up this morning ready to go workout, but I had to choose from my three memberships that I have (yes I know, 3 may seem like a lot but I can justify all; the gym I train/work at, well duh I have to have, I have a 24 hour fitness membership, which I’ve had for almost 8 years and almost gave it up but with show prep around the corner I’m going to need the 24 hour access to a gym for those weird hours of cardio, and my newest membership is LA Fitness, which I got since it’s close by work gym and sometimes I need a change of scenery for pumpin’ some iron). My original plan was to go to 24, but I forgot my workout towels so then I started heading to Lah-Lah fitness but then I thought oh wait what if my stalkers there? Shit, off to work gym I go.

Continue reading Life Of A Fit Girl – Gym Encounters


So my last revelation was Fit Boy and the Mirror. As the show I was training for crept closer, the training becomes more and more intense, you spend more hours in the gym; cardio, train, cardio, pose, eat, cardio, cardio, cardio! It was nice for a change to have someone that could relate to the struggle of show prep. With his show looming as well going out to eat was not really an option. We would workout, go see a movie, play Putt Putt golf, and even go-karting. Things that are fun, yet don’t revolve around food! You realize when dieting for a show that it seems like EVERYTHING you do with friends or family is food related.
Continue reading Hot To Date a Fit Girl – How A Fit Girl Tries To Date a Fit Boy? pt.2


Let’s skip to the end first. Do you remember that episode of Sex and the City where Carrie was broken up with on a post-it note by the guy Berger she was dating? He wrote her a break up note on a post-it in the middle of the night and left before she woke up. Well in our more techno savvy era an equivalent of a post-it note would be a TEXT, and not just a text during the day, but one in the middle of the night when the sender knows you are asleep and won’t be able to answer till later.
Continue reading Hot To Date a Fit Girl – How A Fit Girl Tries To Date a Fit Boy?


So in keeping up with the times and my inability to meet a guy the “normal” way…you know at work or at all the happy hours I attend…I’ve turned to the fire app AKA Tinder. Swiping is a new thing for me, but hey How To Date A Fit Girl is going to get really interesting!

So let’s call this guy Jiu Jitsu..JJ for short. If you know about tinder you know both parties have to swipe right for there to be a conversation allowed. So JJ and I both swiped right and started texting. JJ is 40 ish dude from somewhere in the burbs of Houston that does something with computers. We chatted for a bit on the app, found out some things we have in common and how he likes to practice/compete in Jiu Jitsu. As someone who is living an active lifestyle I prefer guys who are also active. I (as you will later read in a many part post, I don’t need/want to date a bodybuilder) have found that a guy won’t understand why you want to skip out on a happy hour to go for a run or why you can’t eat that bacon hamburger

😜 if they aren’t active in some sort of way. Being a Fit Girl requires dedication!

I thought Jiu Jitsu sounded like a pretty cool hobby as well as JJ loved to travel, he seemed down to earth, he didn’t wait 24 hours to text back or text in rapid succession of i couldn’t return a text.

One Friday night, (in my new Guess jeans) and a new pair of heals I hopped in an Uber and headed to a restaurant downtown. I thought my hair was on point and I had done a fairly decent job blending my eye shadow. (I bought a kit that shows you wear to put the colors but I still struggle sometimes).

We meet at the entrance and get walked to our table. And So dinner starts, and it’s a little awkward at first but soon we started talking and we ordered. This can be weird when you order anything that is remotely healthy on a Mexican restaurants menu. Pollo a la Plancha pour moi and didn’t get any comments or feedback about what he was ordering compared to my choice or wow do you always eat healthy…etc etc.

We started Sharing about work and life; he told me about his job, did not understand it, as well as Jiu Jitsu. I thought it was pretty cool that he competes and he seemed to take it pretty seriously. So when asked about my job/life I started to talk about competing…

What’s there to tell, I mean yes I get on stage in a sparkly bikini. Yes I am sometimes wearing clear stripper heals and yes I did do bodybuilding last year in Las Vegas and NO I don’t take any performance enhancers.

I have to be honest and I can’t tell someone I just do bikini, but I did say that I do figure physique and recently did bodybuilding. He asked a few questions about the difference but Man as soon as I said it, he got kinda weird.

JJ: oh man I don’t know what you think of me…I am sitting over here with like 17% body fat
Me: I think you look great (I mean I saw his profile, and I swiped right…right?!)
JJ: I mean I used to weigh about #### but now I’m ####.
Me: Oh, uh (who cares! I don’t even know how much I weigh!!!)
JJ: You must be used to seeing guys that are like 5%
Me: well yes but those guys don’t really appeal to me. There’s not enough mirror space for 2 body builders in one house hold (ha ha??).
JJ: well I hope some of it still appeals to you.
Me: ha ha (well yes, I am attracted to men…I mean there are other ways to set your profile up to)

Well crash and burn….I tried to change the subject but dinner was over and I had to be at work early so we said goodbye and I Ubered home. (I hate driving to and parking in downtown. ). Haven’t heard from him since, so, On to the next one!

I am no stranger to online dating but after switching from the meat market ofmatch.com to eharmony, I was super excited. I felt like maybe this website would help me find someone more suitable. (Still hoping btw). First guy I “communicate” with seems awesome, and for reasons which you will find out later we will call him Whiskey and Bacon. For our first date, Whiskey and Bacon and I met up at a local restaurant. I was about 8 weeks from a show I was doing in Paris so at this point in my prep, I was allowed to eat meat and vegetables so of course I was excited to be able to eat out at a restaurant! We had a fantastic first date! I ordered iced tea, he ordered whiskey, and we talked about everything. It was that feeling you get when you’re like OMG I really like this guy!!! I hope he like asks me out again….is he going to kiss me? EEEKKK!! Well whiskey And Bacon did ask me out for the following week and he kissed me goodnight (on the lips!).

One thing about my schedule, is doing something during the week is tough when you have to wake up at 430 to train clients at 5 or 530 am. So when I get asked to do stuff on a Wednesday I usually immediately think what is this guy thinking? I count how many hours of sleep I would get depending on what time I could get home and how is that going to make me feel for the following day. But Whiskey and Bacon asked me to go bowling on the following Wednesday and I accepted.

Bowling can be awkward, you have to wear smelly shoes that don’t match your carefully planned outfit and every time you go up to bowl, you can feel your ass being stared at so it automatically makes you nervous and then….. BAM gutter ball. Fuuuck. Well I had a blast that evening, whether Whiskey and Bacon did remains to be seen as you probably already have guessed this “relationship” is doomed since its in this book. We talked in between turns, and he drank a beer and I drank iced tea and we made out a little in the parking lot. He made me laugh almost the whole time, joking about our bowling game, or lack there of.
When I am prepping for a show, I am insanely focused. Cardio, weights, food, sleep, selfies, etc…it’s like clock work for me. So dating and prepping can be hard. One thing I am always up front with is my eating habits and lack of drinking alcohol habits. So I assume when you double check on the restaurants we go to and you take me mini golfing or to see a movie you are down with what I do. Ladies, never assume. Whiskey and Bacon and I saw each other for close to two months. Hang out at his house watching movies, or he would take me out to a nice restaurant that he would let me choose. He would always compliment me on how great he thought I looked and how he thought my dedication was inspiring. I don’t need to date a bodybuilder,, I just need to be with someone who understands that my bodybuilding hobby requires a lot of time and dedication. He had a hobby of running long ruck marches which also required long training sessions in the morning and the weekends. I am nothing if not understanding that you can’t stay out late because you have training early in the am.

Sooooo….after 2 months, a girl’s gotta know. What is going on here? So, since I am not into playing games/wasting time I ask Whiskey and Bacon one evening after we get out of a movie. I don’t think it’s too much pressure to ask a guy if you are at least dating or if you think that there is something more? Here comes the blind side….

Me: So, I have really had so much fun these past months and just wanted to know if you think this could turn into something serious.
Whiskey Bitch: Well, haven’t really thought about it. Could I think about it and let you know?
Stupid: Uh…. Ok?
Dick Face: Ill call you tomorrow!
Seriously So Stupid: um ok? I kept thinking, What. The. Fuck.
Never called. But he texted two days later and asked to meet for coffee. I know, bad sign, but I am going to of course agree to go meet you and make you say it to my face.
Ok, back to his real name. Whiskey and Bacon and I met at a Starbucks and tries to make small talk, about his job; Blah Blah Blah…then Bitch slap.
Whiskey and Bacon: Well I thought about it and I realized that I want to be with someone that I can eat a pound of bacon with and drink whiskey and get drunk with. You are too regimented for my lifestyle. Not Again!: Ok, I understand. (of course me, Ms. Emotional starts to cry) (but wait, you had no problem feeling my tight ass) (wait a sec bitch, that ass is tight due to the lack of alcohol and pounds of bacon I don’t consume).

Ugh Whatever.

Whiskey Dick and Slab of Bacon walked me to my car and now….. ON TO THE NEXT ONE!


Had an interesting encounter at a gas station yesterday…

I was on my way out of town to go cheer on my fellow fit sista in Austin and had to stop and get gas and some gum (super important).

While waiting in line this guy behind me started to talk to me. In the past I’ve been more reserved about telling people what my hobby is (bodybuilding) but I decided to just be more frank even if it scares/intimidates guys. Because if a guy is intimidated then he’s not worth it!! BUT, I hate the pick up line he used..

Guy: wow you’re cute
Me: uh thanks..
Guy: do you play softball?
Me: no, I’m a bodybuilder
Guy: oh wow, I thought only guys do that
Me: no girls do bodybuilding too
Guy: I need to get in shape, do you have any advice?
Me: eat right (as he’s holding a bag of chips)
Guy: well that’s hard…do you have a card in case I need some advice?
Me: no sorry (i wasn’t at all)

I checked out and left!