I had a date this weekend with a bodybuilder. Intelligent, but OH SO CONSERVATIVE. When I showed up in an UnderArmour t-shirt (white) with tight 501's and black leather combat boots and a bulge showing, I thought he was going to have a fit. He asked if I had anything else to wear other than the tight shirt. I told him, yeah, I do. I stripped off my shirt and jeans and let me see me in all my glory in a gossamer-thin, g-string. Of course, I had vacuumed myself before showing up AND had my cockring and ball stretcher on so the pouch was full and round. He didn't like what he saw. Of course, he was wearing baggy pants and a shirt that was 3 sizes too big for his muscle (6", 230lbs). He also commented that I smelled and asked if I had showered before coming over - I said NO. MEN of MUSCLE don't when meeting another MUSCLE MAN. Well, to make a long story short, I was asked to leave. I walked down the street, got in my car and drove home flexing for myself and anyone who drove by.
