Last night I went out with a friend who I have not seen in two years. He is a very large guy and has been training for years. He has always been very charming and a complete gentleman.
He stands 6 "4 and weight almost 245 pounds, all muscle. I won't mention any names of course all I can tell you is I was very happy to see him at first. He looked great and had a big smile on his face.
We took a walk down the street to find a place to have a drink and get something small to eat. I noticed he looked very disappointed when he first saw me walk outside to greet him. Then he quickly asked me why I had so much clothing on? I said it was cold out and I needed a jacket. He also seemed upset that I was not wearing open shoes and had boots on instead. I was already getting a bad feeling but, did not leave. I guess I was curious to see how things would turn out after not seeing him for so long. He was so persistent about me taking my jacket off to see my arms. Still I refused.
Finally we sat down in a very nice restaurant where he began giving me strange looks as if he were really disappointed that I was not wearing my underwear or bathing suit out to dinner. I ordered a glass of wine and downed it right away and then ordered another one right away. This was going to be a long and uncomfortable night. We talked about bodybuilding and about some old friend we both knew. The food came, we ate and then we just sat there. I did not know what to say at this point. I was very hot and now I wanted to take my jacket off.
I finally broke down and removed my leather. His eyes quickly went directly to my arms. Then he asked me to show him my ABS. I told him no. I finished my drink and we headed for the door. At this point he asked me out of the blue if I could put him in a headlock and squish his head like a grape. What! I tried to ignore him. Then he said we are going to wrestle now. Right here in front of my favorite restaurant where everyone knows me. Oh my God!
He can't be serious but, he was very serious. As soon as the doors to the restaurant opened, he jumped on me and put me in a bearhug. He kept doing this in the middle of the street with people staring at us! He wanted to fight. I told him that this was not the place to fight or wrestle. Someone will think he is beating me up and call the police in one second.
Now if he was a shorter guy, I could have kicked him in the head. Being out of practice I knew my kick would miss him and he might grab my leg. I then decided to elbow him in the chest. He broke his grip for a second and started the wrestling match again. All I could do to not make matters worse was to break his grip which was easy to do. Once I did he grabbed me again. I broke his grip over and over till he said wow you really are strong.
We walked to the car. Once in the car, I relaxed and asked him for some bubble gum. When he turned his head, I bashed him in the chest. He covered his chest and yelled. Why did you do that? I told him well you wanted to fight didn't you. Now let's armwrestle! We did both right and left arms. He beat me with his right and since I am left handed, he had a hard time taking me down on that arm. I fought really hard not to loose. He could not take my left arm down.
All this craziness in just two hours. If you like muscular women HERE is a tip on how not to behave on a first date if you ever want to see her again:
NO HEADLOCK REQUESTS
NO QUAD GRABBING OR SQUEEZING
AND WHERE I LIVE THERE IS NO MIXED WRESTLING ON THE STREETS SEVEN DAYS A WEEK INLCUDING SUNDAY