1 kilogram, 2 kilograms, 3 kilograms, floor.

todd referred to himself as a metricsexual this morning. i think it was a little brain fart on his part, as i'm sure he meant metrosexual. but the more i thought about it on my long long walk to work, i realized he's more of a metricsexual than a metrosexual. after all of 8 minutes of thought, i decided that a metricsexual is one who is part metrosexual, part math/economics loving guy. for example, he's the kind who

• enjoys working on my excel project at 9PM on a saturday night (and refers to it as "fun" with a big, joyous smile), but also let's me give him a manicure every two weeks or so.
  
• reads the wall street journal instead of the chronicle or the new york times, and makes sure he's not mixing a brown jacket with black or grey clothing.
• creates massive linked spreadsheets (notice a pattern?) to deduce the best weekly lineup for his fantasy basketball team while insisting that his flat-front pants are ironed and not wrinkled (although he's not the one ironing them).
• for the holidays, requests that i get myself a roth ira as a present to him, yet takes me out for a classy dinner at millennium to celebrate.

truly, i have discovered a new breed of man.