What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy"

*There's a reference in that there title. Ten points to he/she who gets it - no cheating!*

Contrary to popular belief, I do not, in fact, hate men. I quite like some of them, actually. As long as there are no romantic or sexual feelings involved, I sometimes even get on better with men than I do women because I am not easily offended by their sexist jokes (I make a few of them myself) and I know how to be one of the boys. My favorite boy at the moment is my good friend Eric. Eric is going to fix me, I just know it. Although there are some romantic feelings mixed in there (I want him to make the first move, I'd die if I tried and he shot me down), I see him as one of my best boy friends because I can tell him absolutely anything and he never judges or laughs at me. One night on the train home, I found myself telling him personal things that I'd done in the past that I've never told anyone before, and he sympathized and I knew it was going to be okay. We get on so well because we have a lot in common and we can just relax around each other. Also, he keeps me safe on those late night train rides home because he knows I can't say no to the weirdos that try and talk to me when all the sane people are safe in bed.
Recently he agreed to help me with some issues I've been having (read: Oh, every blog post so far?) by personally designing an exercise and diet program for me to follow that will allow me to lose between 15 and 20 lbs before my birthday. There's nothing particularly special about that deadline, I just think it works out nicely that this 8 week program will end around the same time as my birthday, so who knows, maybe I'll be able to wear a bikini that day and go to the beach! Anyway, I trust him completely with this task, he's probably the most qualified person I know who could do it, and I know he only has my best interests at heart. I really don't know what I did to deserve someone so kind and wonderful in my life.
On a less sappy, girly note, I'm excited to start this new program. Eric says it's going to seriously kick my ass, but the first two weeks will be the hardest, and after I get over that hump it will become more routine and easier to manage. He wants me to run up and down this hill though, and I'm really not sure I can do it. Running is one of those things I have never been able to do and never really want to anyway, like speaking German or driving a car. I have decided though, that if I can't manage the hill, I will just have to turn my early morning dog walks around the lake into early morning dog runs and see how that goes. I'm still going to end up with fucking shin splints though, so I may have to punch Eric... He wouldn't hit a girl back, would he?