On Men That Lift

There was a time in my youth when I hated muscles. I thought they were too big and distracting. I think that was because I had never dated a guy with muscles. My type was always tall and slim. 

In college, I was friends with a guy that lifted a lot and he had really big muscles. His biceps were huge. One hug from him and my perception changed. There is nothing like getting a bear hug from a guy that lifts. Strong arms wrapped around you has a way of making you feel secure. Like nothing earthly could do you harm.

In that moment I was converted. 

Muscles on a man is like Clark Kent transforming into Superman. I mean, Clark is sweet, but Superman is…well…Superman. 


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