I’m 56 years old and am smiling while writing this post. Memories of feeling indestructible are flashing through my mind. The best example I can give you was my first date with my ex-wife. I was 30 years old and a champion Bodybuilder/powerlifter and major league softball player.
Wanda saw me playing darts at a bar and told her girlfriends she would feel my big biceps before the night was over. A short time later she approached me and tried to casually grab my arm. She herded me towards their table, telling me her friends wanted to meet me. She asked me to flex and grabbed my arm when I did. Then she asked if she could feel my pecs, I told her it was okay if I could feel hers. She giggled and grabbed my pecs.
I think she thought I was kidding because she looked shocked when I gave her big tits a squeeze. But being so huge and ripped I could get away with way too much. At the end of the night we planned a date for the next day.
People laughed when I got out of my little Hyundai Excel. I was 6′ tall and 247 pounds. My arms were frustratingly just shy of 20 inches in size. I worked hard trying to pass the magical 20 inch mark. However, my right arm was 19 and 7/8 inches and the left was 19 and 3/4 inches. My thighs were 29 inches and my waist only 32 inches. Wanda laughed too when I drove up and got out of my little car.
We pulled into the parking lot of a local restaurant. Purposely, I parked crooked. Wanda teased me because my car was parked askew. I turned around to fix it and she told me, “don’t worry about,” it she was teasing. To be a smartass, and mostly show off, I walked to the rear bumper, picked the rear of the car up, off the ground, and moved it over so it was straight. When I turned around Wanda was gaping at me and then she started giggling uncontrollably.
After eating we went to a Minneapolis club called, “1st Ave.” The performer Prince owned it and was playing a gig that night. The cover charge was substantial but almost all Bouncers lift weights and most knew who I was. The guy at the door waved us through ahead of others in the line and no cover. When we passed we gave each other a nod of respect. Wanda was in awe. Of course I knew how to use my local fame and exploited it to impress her. Later that night Prince walked over and said hello to me. Wanda was won over.
I dropped Wanda off at home at midnight. I had a child from previous relationship and had to get home. That night I used a neighbor to babysit for me for the first time. I knew her for only a month. She was 19 and pretty, tall, lithe, blond and athletic. We talked sports quite a bit. The lights were all off and she wasn’t in the living room when I got home. I went right to my sons room and checked on him, sleeping soundly. Then walked down the hall and saw the television on in my bedroom.
I was beginning to get angry. My mood changed almost instantly when I walked into the room. The sitter was lying on my bed in a sexy teddy, fishnet stockings, and garters.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She purred. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask Me out and, well, you were going on this date tonight and I didn’t want to lose my chance.”
She was stunningly beautiful so . . .