I’m definitely one of those guys who enjoys the look of a man in Under Armour. It just seems so sporty and regardless of size – it tends to just bring out the best “assets”, despite the discomfort level that form-fitting clothing would often bring. Though in defense of the spandex angle, I’ll still maintain that there is a part of me which would totally fuck the Tron-Guy given the opportunity as well… and thankfully I’m not a size queen, because his costume totally leaves nothing to the imagination (if you have no idea who I’m talking about – make a verb out of the word “google”). It really comes down to the material that these things are made out of, though. Spandex has always struck me as being shiny and when stretched to as great an extent as a man of my taste WOULD stretch it – it tends to become more transparent. It’s frightening that I WOULDN’T find that appealing. Never –the-less, I think that in the end it all rolls back to that superhero fantasy, doesn’t it? Maintaining a man in tights ability to still look like a man? Well, that says something about your product. So, Under Armour creators: I salute you!
In other news, the weekend is rushing at me, and only a couple days of work sit between me and the overwhelming goal of freedom! For some ridiculous reason, though – I’m working for 3 hours on Saturday, prior to the MCB car wash. I guess that means it’s just going to be a race to get the camera and get my ass over there… though if the forecast holds true, I don’t think bears in speedos like lightning, so all may be for naught.
And speaking of distractions – firemen are apparently now at the top of my list of men in uniform who need a proper servicing… Thanks to Kevin for repeatedly sending me pictures of a certain Fire Captain from a city nearby whose hose I would gladly… Errr… Okay – yeah, I don’t really need to describe what I want to do with this gent, but I will fully admit that my first thought was “how many years would I be locked up for the arson that would make that man come a’runnin”? And apparently, it would have to be sizable indeed. Sadly, my moral compass disallows people having to die so that I can hook up, so for now: the city is safe. Really, though – that mustache is just begging to be ridden.
And now, to put out the fire in my pants…