I happened to notice that Joe Manganiello has a very defined, well-formed physique.
I thought having an eight-pack was physically impossible, but according to Google images, it’s not. As much as I appreciate Joe’s physicality, I think hugging him would be like hugging a brick wall. I suppose you have to decide for yourself if the brick burn would be worth it.
That’s why I was doing a Google image search. I wanted to see if he was always made out of bricks.
Yes, sometimes I spend my evenings doing intensive research like this. What of it?
And if I’m such a thorough researcher, where’s the image of him, you ask? Well, I didn’t want to exploit him more than he already has been. The guy is more than his muscles, right…??
Anyways, I discovered that I couldn’t find an everyday, average body on the guy. He wasn’t always so sculpted, but apparently, he has always been…healthy.
I actually prefer a man with a little bit of squish to him.
I’ve talked about the subject of hugging before. Wine Guy was a 9 out of 10. Yes, he disappeared on me, but I still have to give him his props. But he wasn’t a perfect 10. That score goes to a guy I met briefly at a dinner party, years ago. I almost forgot about him. When we hugged goodbye, I discovered that his whole body was made out of memory foam.
I have no idea what made him that way. He was deceptively normal looking.
“He was so soft…” I remarked to my then-boyfriend, who strangely enough, had nothing to say in response. Nor did he have anything to say about my hand gestures as I tried to further describe the guy’s squishiness.
The only things Perfect Hug Guy and Wine Guy had in common were their average weight for their height (about 5’7″) and that they probably didn’t work out at all.
This may warrant some further intensive research.
Postscript: It has come to my attention that I have been spending way too much energy wondering about the location and appearance of my future man/men. The fact is, there is no telling when he/they will show up. A gentle nudging from my friend Mae woke me up. It’s a good thing, too – disappointment was beginning to chip away at me.
So I’m redirecting my energy towards the here and now and giving nonexistent men a rest. I have more pressing issues to deal with anyways, like finding a new job, so from now on, my future posts won’t be about me getting impatient for that guy who is running super late.
I guess he’ll just have to catch up to me.
6 thoughts on “A Squishable Man”
just googled joe, and… ew. let’s stick to our lanky bret!
also, “I guess he’ll just have to catch up to me.” always, this.
i think part of me is secretly attracted to big, manly men. kenwa, for example. haha! but then i think about the the lack of squish that i like.
yes. IF i want to be caught, right?
…i’m pretty sure kenwa has a certain amount of squish to him…
Pretty sure, huh? Have you ever hugged him? Surprisingly, he doesn’t fall into the memory foam category…and he’s too tall.
kenwa is pretty squishy. he is tall though. its kind of hard to hug tall men. all my male cousins are taller then me. after a family gathering, i feel tired from getting on my tippy-toes after hugging all of them. there was a guy who worked at hlc that gave nice hugs. he was just the right height too.
you’re taller than me, so maybe ken’s squishy parts are out of my range. this is a weird conversation. anyways, maybe height does have something to do with it. thanks for adding to my research!