Muscle Man
I was casually dating a guy, C, who was a huge fitness buff (admirable I suppose, but it was pretty extreme). This was probably our third date. It wasn’t serious, at all – he was kind of a tool, but he was hot and I was lonely. After a sort of awkward dinner, where the main topic of conversation was how awesome his workout that day was, we went back to my house, ending up in the bedroom since I had a roommate. His shirt was off, mine was not. In the middle of a sloppy kiss (with excuses to get him out running rampant through my brain), he jumped up, flipped on the light, ran to the mirror and started flexing.
He said, “I look really hot when I have a boner, so I didn’t want to pass this opportunity up.” Yeah. So needless to say that was the end of that. So glad I never sealed the deal with him, I can’t imagine what else would have happened.
