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Arnold Schwarzenegger

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I used to feel that women were here for one reason. Sex was simply another kind of exercise, another body function. I was convinced a girl and I couldn't communicate on equal footing because she wouldn't understand what I was doing. I didn't have time to take one girl out regularly and go through a normal high-school romance with all its phone calls and notes and squabbles. That took too much time. I needed to be in the gym. For me it was a simple matter of picking them up at the lake, and then never seeing them again.
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Arnold: The Education of a Bodybuilder (1977), New York: Simon & Schuster, ISBN 0-671-22879-X

 
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