First off… I was a fervent reader of T-mag a few years ago but fell away from the site and from training in general due to some rather involved personal and professional issues. Instead I converted to triathlon training which is good for fat loss but murder on lean mass development. I think the time spent running, biking and swimming really helped during the bad times. Anyway, the sun keeps rising and those ugly life-interrupting issues are rapidly clearing up and the weight stack is looking rather appealing as of late.
I can assure you that chinadoll is every bit as hot as the pics she’s posted and then some. I can also assure you she no longer needs an establishment where she can gawk at chiseled masculine forms… (And yes, I am secure enough to take her to such a place if she wanted to go) and she no longer needs to wonder “where the T-men are” (some of you may remember a former letter of hers on this subject).
Back in the day I introduced chinadoll to T-mag. We were a couple very much in love and very much enjoyed training together as well as enjoying the fruits of those labors in an assortment of “other activities”. We were one of those “beautiful couples” that people look at with jealous envy. Both of us are attractive, intelligent and quite personable. The future seemed certain.
Unfortunately, times became difficult. Principles became confused and our relationship came to a crashing end. That was two years ago. We had no contact during this time aside from the shared heartache and remembrance of broken dreams.
Low and behold, a couple of weeks ago we found each other once again. When we finally met face to face it was like the two year separation never happened. We were even more in love than ever before having learned hard lessons and gained maturity while apart. Trust me, if you knew the entire story you probably wouldn’t believe it.
Our friends are gradually learning of our re-acquaintance and are always blown away at the concept having resigned to the idea that we would never reunite. Often they privately warn us to think twice before doing anything drastic due to the admittedly sudden and highly unfortunate way in which we parted. We’ve discussed between us the arrows and stones that will undoubtedly be cast in our direction often by well-wishing friends and family members. However, we are in love. Not lust, not infatuation, not coincidentally and conveniently together… this is really love.
Stones and arrows be damned we have committed to the long haul. We now more than ever appreciate each other’s presence and remind each other of it constantly.
Of course there is MUCH MORE to this story that I can’t get into here (perhaps I’ve already shared too much) but I can assure you that the next time you hear someone say, “you never know” you had better believe them.
I’m really impressed that she is still involved in the T-mag site and still incorporates the info gleaned from the articles (yeah… this shit works!). We’ve got a long road ahead but having survived what we’ve endured over the last two years anything ahead should be small potatoes.
What lesson can we learn here? Never say “never.” Never lose hope. Never give up. No matter what aspect of your life, no matter how bleak the horizon appears… keep swinging. You never know when one of those blind roundhouses is going to connect and flatten whatever hardship is in your way.
I love you chinadoll. I’ll see you when I get home. 
-Aloha!
