<<<Well (hair aside) we men look at pics of cheese-grater abdomina and despair. Or in a grand gesture buy a Soloflex taht'll be in the classifieds in a few months.>>>
No, uh-uh. I don't wurry about it. It's just an aesthetic thing. Like a Greek formal idealism. Preference. Let the boys and girls and men and women hone their ideals, even if they're at times disturbing.
I don't value myself or other guys by those guys, nor women by those girls.
This is, also, a very handy security for a couch sweet-potato to have.
It is disturbing, that some girls image those images insides themselves. Really, bizarrely tragic. I've never been very close to anyone like that, as it seems to wrap up a whole different personality than say DAR women, my spouse, and female friends.
I am fat and happy.
And those "trays of biscuits" (that's good, dude) ~ they don't bother me at all. Spouse likes athletes ~ but she knows there isn't one here, unless she waits for the U.P.S. :o)
Yah, buying a Soloflex has very slim odds of being a realistic investment, unless it's essential to where you want to be. I could really use a recliner, though. Or a hammock.
You can really despair looking at abs that some guy has to WORK on, can ya? If it ain't attained and gained by yard work or farming or sailing or something productive, well, it's a hobby then, like raising a horse. I'm not exercising without production or fun.
You can get some pretty good muscles doing concrete, roofing, framing, etc ~ but abs don't develop in any occupation I'm aware of. Especially the beer occupation. And frankly, I like my beer better than abs. And better than my wife's uhm uhm uhm spectacles.
Beside, you could unravel, like a rubberband. Is it safe to have sex?
Boing, bink-bink! TZing! Ping!
Girls are gonna have to love us for our.....uhm.....I can't think of anything. |
