The husband on last weeks wife swap is one of these muscle-bound types. He has a very complicated ‘beauty’ regime involving waxings and all kinds of other things. He said that when he sees out of shape men in the street he thinks to himself “how can you look like that? I couldn’t look like that”
Well I feel the same way about him. I believe the muscle-bound look is hiddeous. I would never want to look like that. Sure I’d like to remove my beer-belly. Maybe even take my body almost as far as the brad pitt type. But not the muscleboud arms like treetrunks type. Not on your nelly.
I agree. The tanned, hunky blond beach-boy look is a turn-off for me. If a guy holds those kind of standards for himself, you can probably bet he expects the same of a potential mate. Shallow. Don’t want 'em, don’t need 'em. Mr AFG is skinny and pale and scruffy and I think that’s hot. I even got him a shirt that says, “Chicks dig skinny pale guys”.
DeHusband, who is the world’s most perfect man (Hi, Honey!!) , is 46, not pasty, but definately out of shape. I wouldn’t trade him for the world. It’s OK to want to look good, but if that’s the guy’s only hobby, then what would we have to talk about? Him? (So enough about me. What do you think about me?)
I’ve known quite a few bodybuilders, and it isn’t so much their grooming regimine that was off-putting (I’m pretty fastidious about my appearance as well). What really got tiresome was their diet.
Still, more than one was a really good guy in lots of ways, and I’d still take them over the doughly, pale, out of shape guy.
I had a friend who was really into bodybuilding. I dunno if it was just him, but it seemed to require an inordinate self-interest, stupid diet following, criticism of everyone who wasn’t bodybuilding, and constant fitness evangelization. It got really annoying.
I don’t like musclebound or tanned. Mr. Lissar was skinny and pale when I met him, and now, because of spending much time a week in the dojo, he’s skinny and pale with muscle definition. Much more attractive than useless-looking huge muscles.
Wait until private trips to the moon are affordable, and your dream will be achieved.
I don’t know where I stand on the 22" arms thing. I think the biggest I want to get is maybe 19-20" arms if my bf is at/around 12%. I don’t want to get bigger than that.
But I can attest that alot of people who are really really into bodybuilding are condescending towards those who are not into the subject as I used to spend alot of time talking to them on other message boards devoted to the subject. When you try telling them that not everyone has the same priorities they do its like talking to a brick wall. I guess its just part of the culture, no different than how a board about people getting doctorates in ‘scientific field X’ would be constantly complaining about all the disgusting people who ‘just quit educating themselves after high school’.
I used to be a competitive bodybuilder, and I wholeheartedly admit that the sport boasts some of the sickest characters I’ve ever met. When they get extreme about training, diet, drugs, etc., it can be scary. This was less true when I started training in the 1970s. There was more emphasis on long-term health then. And the contests were very low-stakes, so there was less of the ruthless competitiveness extant today, which fueled the influx of drugs (I never took a steroid, although there were times when I got pretty strict about my diet, which probably made me a pain to have dinner with).
I still lift and run 4-5 days a week. My diet is more conventional, but still very healthy, and I enjoy it. I was never huge, built more like a gymnast, and am still very fit at 45.
And yes, I shave occasionally – it’s cooler in hot weather, and it makes me look younger (especially with more gray hairs coming in every year!) It takes me about 30 minutes.
I don’t consider myself a metrosexual – I get my hair cut at a barber once every six weeks or so, and have never used any skin care products or hair dye. Point being: you can take care of yourself without being a drug-crazed goon or a preening peacock.
Tanned, musclebound, hyper-waxed men gross me out. Most bodybuilders I’ve known (not that I’ve known all that many, so this is a bad generalization) had these awful fake tans designed to be a backdrop for their oiled muscles, which were just respulsive, by the way. I hate it when a guy has cords and muscles poking out through his flesh. A little muscle, fine, but when you look like you’ve got a basketball poking out of your arm, ewww!
I’ll take my scruffy, gangly, but squishy-stomached, husband and his glasses over a gladiator/bodybuilder type any day.
