Trophy Husband
Is it wrong of me to objectify my husband's looks? I mean, every time I look at my husband's photo when he isn't around I keep thinking "damn, I got me one of them trophy husbands". It's just that his face is impossibly appealing to me. I've always been most drawn to "the face" when it comes to physical attraction. What I mean is that I never went wild over "buff" dudes. If they were buff that was cool, but it was also cool if they were skinny boys, or even chubby boys (though I can't say I've ever dated a chubby boy with the exception of one or two guys who "got chubby" but then lost the weight-- I have been attracted to a number chubby guys though I've tended to wind up with thin boys).
As long as a man had a little bit of a tummy I could play with I was happy with his body, and even really skinny boys have something there to rub and fondle. A man would never have to go on a exercise binge to impress me is all I'm saying-- unless he was so big that it was unhealthy, but then, like I've said, I've never been with some one who was truly large in that way.
When it comes to beautiful bodies, I'd have to say that my friend Don Hawk has just about the most perfect body to me. He does get a bit thin every now and then, but even when he gets skinny he takes awesome care of himself, and always stays fit. He never allows himself to waste away. Body of a Greek God, I tell ya... But I digress.
I have been a "trophy girlfriend" once or twice. Meaning there have been times where I could tell that a boyfriend was mainly proud to be with me because of how I looked. I never liked that feeling. The last time I was truly in a position like that was when I was dating an ex named Kevin. It was so obvious that it makes me queasy when I look back at that period of my life.
I have mainly dated men who were so good looking themselves that I never felt like I was just a trophy to them. I never meant to be vain or shallow, that's just the way it always worked out. What can ya do?
Back to my husband. He just has the most attractive face in the world to me. I'm truly serious. There is not a single actor or model that rivals my husband's appeal to me. When I walk down the street with him I feel an intense pride. I'm not saying that people stop and stare and think to themselves that the man I'm walking around with is the most attractive person alive, but to me he is (and nobody could deny that the man is "fetching" at the very least). So, dude, I'm totally with a trophy husband, right?
Yep, he's a keeper!
There is something pitiful about this post. It's time to confess that I have become so sloppy and overweight that I feel beneath my husband's looks. I honestly feel bad that the man comes home to a sallow, fatigued looking fat chick wandering around in nothing but his largest t-shirt. YES, YES I'm pregnant and have all sorts of other excuses, but the fact is that soon enough I will no longer be pregnant, and will have to pull my shit together because I feel so unhappy with how I look.
We used to be a damned good looking couple (and we were constantly told this, I'm not just bragging). But now I have heard from a friend that a couple of others have commented on how I let "myself go just because I'm pregnant", and how long it will take for me look good again. (See why I tend to be reclusive??) That sort of talk wouldn't bother me if I didn't agree. When I look in the mirror I see nothing of what I used to see anymore. If it weren't for photographs I wouldn't be able to tell that there was once an attractive girl in there. (Dear God, please do not think that this post is my way of begging anyone to tell me that I'm still lovely, because it's not. I am merely documenting how I feel).
By the way, I've tended to carry a little weight now and again since puberty. I'm a buxom lady usually, but thin enough that nobody would call me "fatso". The last time I was out and out FAT was during a couple of years when I was in my teens. Once I lost that weight I never let myself go straight to hell completely again. That is, until now. When you're as short as me, and wearing a size 10, gaining about 30 pounds during pregnancy isn't perfectly normal-- it's flirting with dangerously obese.
ANYWAY- I had forgotten what it feels like to be fat. I'm not talking about the "feeling ugly" part, I'm talking about how physically unfuckingcomfortable it was to be fat. Seriously, I don't know how truly obese people can handle feeling like this all the time. Moving around is a burden--seriously you should see me trying to get up the stairs. Your energy level is crap. Areas of your body that shouldn't rub together do. Yeah, it's just not a good feeling so why continue to feel like that? At least I know that I won't stay like this, because I hate it. I'm sooooo going to be a MILF by this time next year. Mark my words, people.
When I try to picture what our son will look like it's hard to picture him looking like me at all most of the time. I keep picturing a mini-Michael with darker, wavy hair. I like to stare at Michael and imagine what features our son will get from him, and which will come from me. It's fun to play "pick the best features". I'm always like "Okay, I'll take your forehead, eyes, nose, and jaw-line, and add my eyebrows, my lips, and chin cleft, throw in a skin tone that's slightly darker than yours, but slightly lighter than mine, add in your height, add in my knees, and BAM you got yourself a good looking son". I can't wait to see what our little man really looks like.
As long as a man had a little bit of a tummy I could play with I was happy with his body, and even really skinny boys have something there to rub and fondle. A man would never have to go on a exercise binge to impress me is all I'm saying-- unless he was so big that it was unhealthy, but then, like I've said, I've never been with some one who was truly large in that way.
When it comes to beautiful bodies, I'd have to say that my friend Don Hawk has just about the most perfect body to me. He does get a bit thin every now and then, but even when he gets skinny he takes awesome care of himself, and always stays fit. He never allows himself to waste away. Body of a Greek God, I tell ya... But I digress.
I have been a "trophy girlfriend" once or twice. Meaning there have been times where I could tell that a boyfriend was mainly proud to be with me because of how I looked. I never liked that feeling. The last time I was truly in a position like that was when I was dating an ex named Kevin. It was so obvious that it makes me queasy when I look back at that period of my life.
I have mainly dated men who were so good looking themselves that I never felt like I was just a trophy to them. I never meant to be vain or shallow, that's just the way it always worked out. What can ya do?
Back to my husband. He just has the most attractive face in the world to me. I'm truly serious. There is not a single actor or model that rivals my husband's appeal to me. When I walk down the street with him I feel an intense pride. I'm not saying that people stop and stare and think to themselves that the man I'm walking around with is the most attractive person alive, but to me he is (and nobody could deny that the man is "fetching" at the very least). So, dude, I'm totally with a trophy husband, right?
Yep, he's a keeper!
There is something pitiful about this post. It's time to confess that I have become so sloppy and overweight that I feel beneath my husband's looks. I honestly feel bad that the man comes home to a sallow, fatigued looking fat chick wandering around in nothing but his largest t-shirt. YES, YES I'm pregnant and have all sorts of other excuses, but the fact is that soon enough I will no longer be pregnant, and will have to pull my shit together because I feel so unhappy with how I look.
We used to be a damned good looking couple (and we were constantly told this, I'm not just bragging). But now I have heard from a friend that a couple of others have commented on how I let "myself go just because I'm pregnant", and how long it will take for me look good again. (See why I tend to be reclusive??) That sort of talk wouldn't bother me if I didn't agree. When I look in the mirror I see nothing of what I used to see anymore. If it weren't for photographs I wouldn't be able to tell that there was once an attractive girl in there. (Dear God, please do not think that this post is my way of begging anyone to tell me that I'm still lovely, because it's not. I am merely documenting how I feel).
By the way, I've tended to carry a little weight now and again since puberty. I'm a buxom lady usually, but thin enough that nobody would call me "fatso". The last time I was out and out FAT was during a couple of years when I was in my teens. Once I lost that weight I never let myself go straight to hell completely again. That is, until now. When you're as short as me, and wearing a size 10, gaining about 30 pounds during pregnancy isn't perfectly normal-- it's flirting with dangerously obese.
ANYWAY- I had forgotten what it feels like to be fat. I'm not talking about the "feeling ugly" part, I'm talking about how physically unfuckingcomfortable it was to be fat. Seriously, I don't know how truly obese people can handle feeling like this all the time. Moving around is a burden--seriously you should see me trying to get up the stairs. Your energy level is crap. Areas of your body that shouldn't rub together do. Yeah, it's just not a good feeling so why continue to feel like that? At least I know that I won't stay like this, because I hate it. I'm sooooo going to be a MILF by this time next year. Mark my words, people.
When I try to picture what our son will look like it's hard to picture him looking like me at all most of the time. I keep picturing a mini-Michael with darker, wavy hair. I like to stare at Michael and imagine what features our son will get from him, and which will come from me. It's fun to play "pick the best features". I'm always like "Okay, I'll take your forehead, eyes, nose, and jaw-line, and add my eyebrows, my lips, and chin cleft, throw in a skin tone that's slightly darker than yours, but slightly lighter than mine, add in your height, add in my knees, and BAM you got yourself a good looking son". I can't wait to see what our little man really looks like.