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When I say that my boyfriend is a fitness model, there are three reactions I usually get: 1) squealing and "OMG"-ing, 2) disbelief and instant praise ("Wow, really?! All my friends, my mom's friends, and his mom's friends—basically all adult females—get an instant crush on him.
(Ironically, my first reaction to meeting him on the beach on spring break: "Wow, that guy is almost too big.") (See: 14 Signs Your Relationship Is #Fit Couple Goals.)But after dating him for a while, the muscles no longer faze me (though all other men in the world now seem utterly tiny. If anything, I've come to think of his side gig as a fitness model as something comical—and this is why.
Your seductions need not be Sunday-dinner-with-the-parents material, but they can fuck you back to life after shitty splitsville – so why not make like a wild animal and go for the ones with whom, hypothetically, you’d actually create the most attractive offspring? A friend of mine chose the ‘safe’ bet – a friendly but unattractive co-worker as her first post-break-up shag. It was also an observation that would later be backed up when he whined, ‘I will be a famous artist, but doing what I don't know yet.’ I learned to keep my scoffs to a minimum and just let him talk.
), and before assuring him he looked perfect in the 1001 selfies he’d sent me that day, sent him a picture of my tits – as both a reminder to myself of how I was now sexually aspiring higher than my mooby ex, and as a way of forcing the model to make more space for me in his camera roll. I may no longer be rebounding, but I’ve learnt that, for some reason, I go crazy for a guy who likes himself as much as the camera does.
You know that random Instagram pic of a shirtless hunk you were just drooling over? There's that awkward moment when you bring him to a family party and these so-called "adult" women are *swooning* over my boyfriend like Bieber fangirls.
I started to wonder why he hadn’t been cast in Rick Owens’ recent famous ‘full frontal’ A/W15 catwalk show, and became intoxicated by his ‘free spirit’, finding myself firing reciprocal X-rated snaps with an air of confidence and abandon that I hadn’t experienced since I was 16 (thank God phone cameras didn’t exist then). The Brutal Things You Need To Know About Being Single.
But next came the existential crisis, when he got ill during fashion week.