I’m always surprised when I see with my own eyes a guy I’d found well built on pictures (no, I didn’t see that one in my bed, but only dancing bare chested in the streets of the Marais, and anyone who went by there tonight couldn’t have missed him). Surprised to see how much thinner they are than you’d initially expect. And it always reminds me that it’s not fifteen or twenty pounds I’ve got to shed off, but forty, and it’s a lost cause anyway, not that I’m too lasy to lose them, but the fat you’ve got when you reach thirty you’ll never lose.