A friend's aunt lied and said I was 18 so I could get a construction job after high school. At 17, 137 lbs., and 6'2", I could run a jackhammer, shovel a ton an hour, or carry around 100-kilo barrels. But I wasn't "ripped," "jacked," or "buff." I was a skinny kid. My girlfriend at the time loved me for my social consciousness and my personal intensity. That's what turned her on.
A decade later, at a rough patch in my life, I was dead fit. Still, people at the bus stop would just walk up to me and give me their lunches out of pity. Lots of emotions ran through my mind. After an hour of weight machines at college, I got tired about 50 minutes into my running, so I felt the effects of starvation. But I went on to an hour of swimming anyway. I weighed the same, but was much stronger than my teenage years . . . let's just say I was gaunt to the point of being scary. My girlfriend at the time loved me for my intellect. That's what turned her on.
I can't even begin to understand what it must be like to be a rich kid who's always on vacation, paying money to a gym and buying special foods and drugs to build muscles that aren't used for anything but peacocking. There are women who love men for merely having muscles, or money, without questioning how they came to be. That's what turns them on.
I know from personal experience that it's not necessary to have big muscles to get women. I also know that it's the red, slow twitch, aerobic muscles that give the ability to love long time -- not the white, fast twitch, anaerobic "buff" muscles. So these threads about big muscles are pretty funny to me. But hey, if bulking up for peacocking makes you feel better than everyone else, who am I to crash your crystal world.
