My weirdest M&G yet

So, I go to get coffee with a POT I've been talking to for a little over a week now, and everything's going great. The conversation's flowing and we're getting along swimmingly, so we get into talking about starting an arrangement. We're on the same page with just about everything, until this guy informs me that he plans on sending me daily work outs to follow, and that he's going to text me everyday to make sure that I'm doing them until I'm at least a size 4. Bear in mind, I'm 5'4", my weight fluctuates between 125-130lbs, I wear a size 6, I'd say my body type is like Emilia Clarke's (sidenote: hope y'all are pumped for GoT), and I've already mentioned to him that I workout regularly. Sure, I'm not extremely athletic looking or model thin, but I think I look perfectly healthy. Meanwhile, this guy's packing at least 40 extra pounds. I'm getting a kick out of listening to him (and so is the woman at the table next to us), so I let him go on and on about how women are meant to be slender creatures who don't lift anything above 5lbs for at least ten minutes. When he's just about finished with his bizarre rant, I let him know that I'd hire a personal trainer if I wanted one and noped the fuck out of there. I get that he's projecting his insecurities onto me, but honestly wtf?