I'll Pass On Six-Pack Abs And Big, Bulgin' Biceps

There are some things that just make me feel a little bit suspicious, uneasy, inquisitive or uncomfortable. I'm not quite sure what offers the best description for the feeling because it is sometimes to me a bit indescribable.

It's when I look at a photo of a guy shirtless online or see a guy with an extrordinary physique.

I really don't know how to put my finger on it. Not the body. I know how to do that, but the way I feel.

I guess I liken the feeling to looking at a Playgirl magazine.

Yea, I'll look. My eyes are big, big, big with supa dupa vision powers turned on. But I have discovered that when I look at a photo of a guy shirtless with bulgin' muscles and biceps gippy gippy galore, it just does something to me.

I'm left thinking why. In fact, sometimes I'm saying to myself uggg, no he didn't.

Although I have tried to pinpoint the feeling that comes over me when I look at strong backs, chiseled abs and bustin' outta da danggone shirt biceps, I can't.

One second, I'm ugg and then I'm thinkin' tasty, uh huh, ahright.

I may even fantasize for just a moment, heck maybe 3 minutes of touching that chiseled chest and ooooweeee those arms.

I say mmmmm, how delish.

But then I kinda go back to a shakin' my head sorta questioning-why mode.

Then I think -- a girl with a lil pudgy mudgy pudgy and flyin' in the wind chicken wing arms wouldn't stand a chance because dude is all ripped to shreds.

Clearly, his body fat is low.

Clearly, he doesn't indulge in eating chips and dip or chicken wings with celery and ranch dressing or a few cocktails.

Clearly, he doesn't have fun with food.

Heck, this fella may not even eat out at restaurants.

I mean really, how would or how could he be ripped to shreds like that, I think.

Good googly moogly, I wouldn't even be able to eat a burger around this guy without feeling hella guilty.

I mean touching the chest and the abs and the arms ooooooweeeee that sounds nice. Yea, whew, that sounds nice.

But then I get to wondering about when a guy sees a photo of a woman that is ripped to shreds with body fat of zip zero, what do they think?

Do they feel a bit uneasy like I wouldn't want to be caught dead with someone who has a body so tight?

Do they think I wouldn't be able to have a cheeseburger around chickypoo?

Or do Mr. Big Bello Belly say I would do her in a heartbeat and wouldn't even mind makin' Ms. Body Bod my woman?

Not me, I need something in the middle. I don't need Mr. Rippy Ripped or Mr. Big Bello Belly. Somewhere right in the middle is good for me. You know, someone I could have a few cocktails with, enjoy a cheeseburger with and not feel so danggone bad.

What are your thoughts? Do you want someone with a great body? Do you even care about someone's physique? Share your thoughts with me here or e-mail me at choosingmrwrong@gmail.com.