Post by oliver christian grant on Jan 11, 2015 17:34:48 GMT -5
OLIVER C. GRANT
TWENTY-FOUR - PERSONAL TRAINER/NUTRITIONIST - LOCAL - JULIAN GABRIEL
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Oliver could never complain about his life thus far. His childhood was decent. His parents weren’t rich; his mother was a middle school teacher in Queens and his father was a mechanic. So, he was smart because his mother never let him slack on his school work and he knew about vehicles and was competent enough to fix the basics, nothing to do in the more complicated ways. Believe it or not, he was a lanky kid. He was tall and lanky until 8th grade, when he started to play sports. He wasn’t picked on or bullied, he was a good friendly kid that his peers generally liked.
Starting in high school he started to wrestle, baseball, and lacrosse; giving him a good excuse to start working out on a regular basis. He realized that it helped him focus, on all aspects of his life. He was smart, but not the smartest, he wasn’t the strongest or the best at anything and he was okay with that. His parents didn’t expect perfection from him. For that he was grateful. He had known kids that had cracked under the pressure of their parents. High school went by quickly or so it seemed and he went to Queens College since it was close to home and he studied in Nutrition and Exercise Sciences. He graduated with his bachelor’s degree when he was twenty-one. He moved into a horrible apartment with three other guys, he got a job at a gym working as a personal trainer for about a year.
he couldn’t handle it anymore there, so he went job searching and someone actually approached him while he was running one day. it was a young woman who was a model, but she wanted to get more tone and stay healthy… apparently because he was fit she thought he could help. of course he could and the lady was delighted when he told her he was actually a personal trainer, he had schooling in nutrition. he gave her his number, so she could reach out to him and they could meet when they were a little more decent. he was shocked when the next morning she called him and asked him to meet her at the park. he showed up and they walked around, discussing business. that’s when she told him that she had a few other model friends that needed someone like him to get them healthy and toned.
it was a few weeks, later he was at a new gym, the place was top of the art and much better than his last place. it didn’t take him much longer than the end of his second week to get seven clients, all very attractive models that flirted with him constantly. he thought it was hilarious. but he had to tell them that he doesn’t mix business with pleasure.
it’s been three years, he makes a nice living with all of his high profile clients, he makes time for the “regular people” who he enjoys more. he also helps out with free self-defense classes. he moved out of the tiny apartment into a not as tiny apartment in Brooklyn. He got pets for the first time in his life and his enjoying his twenties extraordinarily more now that he’s on his own, with a few fur buddies, and a good steady job. he is just a calm, muscular, fun loving guy, who is just living his life without much drama. he goes home a few times a month for dinner, he likes to catch up with his parents. although he could do without the typical mother bit about when he is going to settle down with a nice girl and give her grand babies. he doesn't want that, not yet.
Starting in high school he started to wrestle, baseball, and lacrosse; giving him a good excuse to start working out on a regular basis. He realized that it helped him focus, on all aspects of his life. He was smart, but not the smartest, he wasn’t the strongest or the best at anything and he was okay with that. His parents didn’t expect perfection from him. For that he was grateful. He had known kids that had cracked under the pressure of their parents. High school went by quickly or so it seemed and he went to Queens College since it was close to home and he studied in Nutrition and Exercise Sciences. He graduated with his bachelor’s degree when he was twenty-one. He moved into a horrible apartment with three other guys, he got a job at a gym working as a personal trainer for about a year.
he couldn’t handle it anymore there, so he went job searching and someone actually approached him while he was running one day. it was a young woman who was a model, but she wanted to get more tone and stay healthy… apparently because he was fit she thought he could help. of course he could and the lady was delighted when he told her he was actually a personal trainer, he had schooling in nutrition. he gave her his number, so she could reach out to him and they could meet when they were a little more decent. he was shocked when the next morning she called him and asked him to meet her at the park. he showed up and they walked around, discussing business. that’s when she told him that she had a few other model friends that needed someone like him to get them healthy and toned.
it was a few weeks, later he was at a new gym, the place was top of the art and much better than his last place. it didn’t take him much longer than the end of his second week to get seven clients, all very attractive models that flirted with him constantly. he thought it was hilarious. but he had to tell them that he doesn’t mix business with pleasure.
it’s been three years, he makes a nice living with all of his high profile clients, he makes time for the “regular people” who he enjoys more. he also helps out with free self-defense classes. he moved out of the tiny apartment into a not as tiny apartment in Brooklyn. He got pets for the first time in his life and his enjoying his twenties extraordinarily more now that he’s on his own, with a few fur buddies, and a good steady job. he is just a calm, muscular, fun loving guy, who is just living his life without much drama. he goes home a few times a month for dinner, he likes to catch up with his parents. although he could do without the typical mother bit about when he is going to settle down with a nice girl and give her grand babies. he doesn't want that, not yet.
CHEVY - CENTRAL - TONS
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