I always feel so awkward and guilty after taking a break from blogging. So I thought, why not just continue the theme of 'awkwardness' with a confession?
I fell in love lust while watching a replay of The World's Strongest Man competition the other night. Terry Hollands, Martin Wildauer, and Mark Felix (I'm certain there would've been more if there were less commercial breaks) can carry me anywhere their hearts (hearts buried deep within those strong muscular chests) desire.
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Any guy who can carry a 999 lb car or do reps (REPS!) with a 700 lb car without the aid of steroids and shows no signs of anger issues will bring out the blushing, flustered girly girl in me. I can't help it.
I've always seen in movies, read in romance novels or fairytales of the heroine or love interest being swept off her feet in one swoop, being carried across the threshold or even just being hoisted up for quick intimate embrace. And a small part of me always wanted still wants to feel that without the guilt of straining someone's back or inducing a hernia.
