So, what about the big boys? Inspired by the events of the past few days –a question after the Monday Hotness about why I haven’t featured any big guys (patience grasshoppers, I’m getting there) and a moaning complaint from Andre –who is a strapping, solid example of the tall-dark-and-handsome variety with big chef arms and a little bit of pudge that comes with being an epicure– that he wanted to lose weight because “eets beautiful on weemens, but for a man? non!”
Speaking from personal history, I haven’t been all that particular. Hell, I lost my virginity to a guy with webbed toes.* As long as they’re emotionally unavailable with a cute accent and an ancestral manse, I’m all about it. Oh, unless they’re drummers.
Anyhoodle, what do we think?
Today Plumcake wants to know:
Where do you fall when it comes to big men? Do you prefer to be with large men or do you think opposites attract? Have you had an experience that sealed your preference one way or another, or does it even factor into the decision?
*this is, unfortunately completely true. Perhaps I have shared too much.