Nope, I’m also tall, although not as tall as you (5'8”), but I wear a lot of heels and have dated guys of a wide range of heights. I think when I was younger I was more self-conscious of being taller than a guy I was with, but to the extent the guy was comfortable with it, it helped me get over it as well. I do think…

I commented this elsewhere, but my chiropractor is a trainer! He’s also very handsome and very politely declines when I try to set him up with my friends. He’s a self-employed, fit, handsome, well-spoken, educated, patient single dad. COME ON.

Same. I would never marry someone who believes in woo so deeply he made it his career, and I wouldn’t want him coming within six feet of my back and neck.

Given my quest to get in shape at this late stage of my life, I’ll go trainer, as long as he understands I may eat unhealthy perhaps more than I should.

Totally — PT is much safer than seeing a chiropractor. Manipulating the spine is dangerous, and (medical professional) I’ve seen many patients that went from “simple” musculoskeletal back pain to having nerve involvement after seeing a chiropractor. The concept behind chiropractic is unsafe, period (manipulating the…

Yeah, this was going to be my answer (or non answer) that it depends on the chiropractor. Some of them are actual doctors (usually trained in physical therapy/sports medicine initially) and not the kooks you hear the most about that want you to give your kids homeopathy instead of vaccinations.

As someone who has been to several chiropractors, I would say it depends on the chiropractor. 4/5 were complete quacks, but that last guy is worth his weight in gold. He’s basically just the best massage therapist ever.

Yep, I would marry a trainer for Peter. I would also reconsider working out occasionally for a Peter.

I married a research engineer. He knows everything about nothing practical, so he understands that I’m in control of just about anything outside his work environment. He’s lucky I’m a benign overlord.

I could never trust the chiropractor. First because they’re peddling in pseudo-science, so either have to be gullible or disingenuous. Second, because while I can imagine convincing a trainer that I’m not his client (When you married me, you knew that I was a hopeless couch potato, so if you love me then you’ll let me…

My name is...no. My sign is...no. My number is...no.

Most people don’t like doing the thing they do as a job once they get home.

Movies and tv have led me to believe that all chefs are type-A assholes or rodents. It kind of ruins the fantasy.

Yeah, and chefs are often very particular and tempermental. Also, they usually work hours which might not align with a lot of people.

It’s not even a choice. He’s dreamy.

We’d all marry Peter.

I dunno, I’ve known a couple chefs, and they basically never cooked when they weren’t at work. Like, maybe a grilled cheese. They also tend to regularly use interesting illegal drugs, which I am fine with, but wouldn’t marry.

Yeah. I must choose trainer because Peter.

Trainer.

Just to be clear, when all things are not equal: I’d obviously marry Peter and never let him out of my sight.