The Chess Match

By Jool-Yus



Lately, these past many weeks, I've been on a rampage of journeying towards physical perfection.

Day after day, I would visit the gym and do at least six sets of barbell squats. And for the three months that I've trained, I've added one-hundred pounds to my squat. I was proud of it, for sure. But "was" was an important word in that sentence, and I was proud, never being satisfied, because I learned early on the value of never settling.

If there was one mistake that I regret committing throughout my life, it was that I never applied my stoicism to the area of social life and careers. That, and the fact that I treated my "best father" like shit during my younger years. But with the former, I could at least still alter.

My approach to life is simple. I rely on my personal traits as my source of happiness, and I use said traits to achieve what I want. For example, I am audacious. And that one took me to a lot of shit, but it was good. When life takes you to hell frequently enough, you eventually overpower the devil.

Like this one instance in school, I flirted with the prettiest woman not knowing her boyfriend was one feet away from her. Because of my audacity and other equal traits, I befriended her boyfriend and eventually fucked her. Only my reputation, and not that relationship, ruined me.

But this moment, I will tell you something recent...



I lost my best friend of three years in the early days of May. It wasn't so much that I lost him though, as it was that I dropped him from my life and told him to fuck off. It was a befitting SPAM, as he started bashing my justified ego. But a few weeks later, a newer, better friend came to surface. His name is V.

V was a semi-good looking man. He was mild-mannered, friendly, and very manipulative. He was a social worker and was prone to being empathic. What he lacked in height and strength, he made up with his intellect. Except he wasn't a Bill Gates or Stephen Hawking kind of guy, but more like a man who knew how to make strippers fall in love with him. Naturally, this would turn me off, but I saw him as a normal man as he was normal with everything else.

We met up at my place of work after months of never hanging out. He was as he was back then as far as appearance, except he wasn't hungry this time because he was now employed. I was so happy for him, and so happy to see him. "At last," I thought, "The dude who will help me reclaim my Casanova spirit!"

We shot the shit for a few moments, focusing our conversations about hobbies and health. I told him to stick with me to the gym, so I could make a Hulk out of him. But eventually, the conversation turned to sex venues.

It turned out, he lived near I lived, in the middle of a bustling downtown in an American state. I was so glad to hear him tell me that all the good bars and clubs were a few blocks away from home. It was awesome, and made me want to stomp my head unto a kettlebell as I realized how blind I was. He told me his own adventures, his current sex life, and the women he was dating.

And I told him mine...

(To be continued)