So, I have a bit of a story that I have been meaning to document for some time (years) now. It’s the story of a handful of dates that I was lucky enough to go on with a former ifbb pro bodybuilder. I don’t really feel comfortable naming names, but the savvy amongst you will most likely figure out who she was. This woman was very popular in the early to mid-nineties, and after blasting through the npc, competed in a few pro shows (winning one) before turning to fitness… and then pretty much disappearing.
So with that, gentlemen (and ladies), let me begin…
It was the early 2000’s, and from time to time I would sign up for the “one month free” promotion on a popular online dating sight just to see what was around. I would go straight to the advance search tab, select female, athletic body type, and run through a bunch of keyword searches. You can imagine my excitement as the results pulled up a “match” for bodybuilding - one that resided within a 50 mile radius!
The pictures were mostly head-shots. Her description listed modeling, being a former ifbb pro, etc. Though she didn’t have any bodybuilding pictures posted, it didn’t take me long to figure out who she was. I immediately replied to her ad! It took a while to get a response but I think ultimately what got her attention was that I congratulated her on her bodybuilding success, saying (kind of fibbing) that I used to be really into fitness and thought I recognized her from magazines, etc.
Fast forwarding a bit, we eventually met. On our first date she met me at my apartment. I’ll never forget the sight of her walking up my driveway… she was quite short (hint), but had on what must have been 6” heels to bring her up to a somewhat normal height. She wore tight white linen pants and an also tight flowery-print sleeveless top that left very little to the imagination. Her large breast implants were on full display. She had long dark hair in a pony tail as I recall… but what really drew my attention was the definition in her shoulders and visible shape to her biceps. I don’t remember hugging her then, but I do remember being quite taken by the shape of her glutes as I followed her up the stairs to my place.
We probably had a drink, and then went to the restaurant for dinner. I remember she drew looks everywhere we went. She (kind of oddly) would say “that guy is staring at my tits” from time to time. Not in a “you better go punch him out” kind of way, but in a way where you could tell she enjoyed the attention. She was no where near the size she was when she was bodybuilding, but there was definitely hard, defined, mature muscle present. Her conditioning at the time was probably in keeping with a local level physique competitor, I mean she wasn’t dialed in diet-wise - but she probably could have stepped on stage at a local show that evening and won. I found myself often glancing at the bicep that would pop from time to time as she would gesture during our dinner conversation. I played it real cool and didn’t “schmoe out” on her … but inside I was just ready to explode.
I live in a very touristy area, and on weekends at night they have fireworks over the big tourist attraction… one of my “moves” as a single guy at the time was to take a date for a moonlight stroll near the falls – then at 10pm – surprise! Fireworks… it almost always worked, and this night was no exception. We sat on a park bench and started up a bit. As I was kissing her I just couldn’t stop my hands from exploring her tight body. I remember the way her back felt like this happened yesterday. I had never felt that before on a woman… there was a thickness. Her whole body had this density, almost a “heaviness” that was so incredibly sexy. Of course, I had to make a comment as I felt her arms… something like “are you sure you’re not a bodybuilder anymore – haha.” Thankfully she was a great sport, and she did end up flexing. I’ll never forget the feel of that bicep. It wasn’t huge, but it was hard as a rock. Felt like a billiard-ball just popped up under her skin. She had a sweater on and I remember the feeling as the knitting expanded. If you think about it, a regular girl flexing would hardly cause any noticeable movement clothing. Being dark out, I couldn’t exactly see it either - but I imagine it would’ve looked about like rachel mclish in “pumping iron 2” (I always think of that scene where the reporter called her a powder-puff, and Rachel said “I’ve always considered myself a powder-puff, i’m just a really strong powder-puff – can’t you tell by looking at all these muscles?”) I remember she kind of leaned in on me as I felt it and said “i still have a little muscle...” in a whispering sexy voice. That drove me insane! Also, at that point I was pretty sure she knew exactly what turned me on!
It was in the springtime, Memorial Day weekend to be exact, and the evening was starting to get cold. As we got up from the bench she said how cold she was and wanted to run to the car, but would have to hold on to me because of the high heels. This sticks in my mind because I remember the grip she had on my arm… I can’t really describe it, just a level of strength that you would never feel from a “normal” girl. In a way, it felt more like she was holding me steady as we ran.
We got back to my place and she came up for a few minutes. I didn’t want to rush things, or ruin anything so I didn’t want to be pushy. She said she had to work early (don’t really remember what she did but I don’t think it was personal training) and should be going. We definitely agreed to see each other again and I saw her to her car.
We had 3 more dates after that night. I don’t want this to be much larger of a post than this already is, so I’ll detail those in another installment. By the way, this is not at all fabricated. This story is completely true, and I honestly am writing this more for me than for anyone. Like I said, I think about these times often. It feels good to share my experience with an audience who can appreciate how I felt, rather than responding with “eww gross, you dated a chick with muscles”.
Thank you for your time.