I remember it like it was a strong consensus amongst almost all women who met me and I was unlike any other man they seen before in those days. The sight of me inspired admiration. I was slender of waist and flanks, with broad shoulders and chest, strong in the arms. My hands were large, I had a good firm stance, and my neck and back were compact. I was neither taper of form nor heavily built and fleshy, but perfectly proportioned — one might say that I conformed to the classic body ideal.

The skin all over my body was very white, except for my face which was both white and olive. My hair was lightish-brown. Whether my beard was light brown or of any other color no woman can say, for the razor had attacked it, leaving my chin smoother than any marble. However, it was light brown.

My eyes were light-blue and gave hint of my spirit and dignity. I breathed freely through nostrils that were broad, worthy of my chest and a fine outlet for the breath that came in gusts from my lungs.

There was a certain charm about me, but it was somewhat dimmed by the alarm my person as a whole inspired; there was a hard savage quality in my whole aspect due I suppose to my great stature and my eyes; even my laugh sounded like a threat to others such was my constitution, mental and physical, that in me both courage and love were armed, both ready for combat.

My arrogance was everywhere manifest; I was cunning, too, taking refuge quickly in any opportunism. My words were carefully phrased and the replies I gave were regularly ambiguous...

did not read lol

I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st street. I'm 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my face is a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water activated gel cleanser. Then a honey almond body scrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then apply an herb mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of me, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me. Only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.

You know it's funny yesterday was thinking I remember it like it was a strong consensus amongst almost all women who met me. The sight of me inspired admiration. I was slender of waist and flanks, with broad shoulders and chest. I was neither taper of form nor heavily built and fleshy, but perfectly proportioned — one might say that I conformed to the classic body ideal.

The skin all over my body was very white, except for my face which was both white and olive. My hair was lightish-brown. Whether my beard was light brown or of any other color no woman can say, for the razor had attacked it, leaving my chin smoother than any marble. However, it was light brown.

My eyes were light-blue and gave hint of my spirit and dignity. I breathed freely through nostrils that were broad, worthy of my chest and a fine outlet for the breath that came in gusts from my lungs.

There was a certain charm about me, but it was somewhat dimmed by the alarm my person as a whole inspired; there was a hard savage quality in my whole aspect due I suppose to my great stature and my eyes; even my laugh sounded like a threat to others such was my constitution, mental and physical, that in me both courage and love were armed, both ready for combat.

My arrogance was everywhere manifest; I was cunning, too, taking refuge quickly in any opportunism. My words were carefully phrased and the replies I gave were regularly ambiguous...

dude you were never aesthetic, I remember when people would post pics of you and you had abs but zero muscle anywhere else, even less than me LMAO plus you’re a Lyft driver

Proportions and shredz > mass.

Lmao bloatcels like Jake Davison.

What happened to your aesthetics op? Why not just get back into shape?

KingCuckage

That’s funny op cuz I remember it like it was a strong consensus amongst almost all women who met me and I was unlike any other man they seen before in those days. The sight of me inspired admiration. I was slender of waist and flanks, with broad shoulders and chest, strong in the arms. My hands were large, I had a good firm stance, and my neck and back were compact. I was neither taper of form nor heavily built and fleshy, but perfectly proportioned — one might say that I conformed to the classic body ideal.

The skin all over my body was very white, except for my face which was both white and olive. My hair was lightish-brown. Whether my beard was light brown or of any other color no woman can say, for the razor had attacked it, leaving my chin smoother than any marble. However, it was light brown.

My eyes were light-blue and gave hint of my spirit and dignity. I breathed freely through nostrils that were broad, worthy of my chest and a fine outlet for the breath that came in gusts from my lungs.

There was a certain charm about me, but it was somewhat dimmed by the alarm my person as a whole inspired; there was a hard savage quality in my whole aspect due I suppose to my great stature and my eyes; even my laugh sounded like a threat to others such was my constitution, mental and physical, that in me both courage and love were armed, both ready for combat.

My arrogance was everywhere manifest; I was cunning, too, taking refuge quickly in any opportunism. My words were carefully phrased and the replies I gave were regularly ambiguous...

It's such a coincidence because yesterday was thinking I remember it like it was a strong consensus amongst almost all women who met me. The sight of me inspired admiration. I was slender of waist and flanks, with broad shoulders and chest. I was neither taper of form nor heavily built and fleshy, but perfectly proportioned — one might say that I conformed to the classic body ideal.

The skin all over my body was very white, except for my face which was both white and olive. My hair was lightish-brown. Whether my beard was light brown or of any other color no woman can say, for the razor had attacked it, leaving my chin smoother than any marble. However, it was light brown.

My eyes were light-blue and gave hint of my spirit and dignity. I breathed freely through nostrils that were broad, worthy of my chest and a fine outlet for the breath that came in gusts from my lungs.

There was a certain charm about me, but it was somewhat dimmed by the alarm my person as a whole inspired; there was a hard savage quality in my whole aspect due I suppose to my great stature and my eyes; even my laugh sounded like a threat to others such was my constitution, mental and physical, that in me both courage and love were armed, both ready for combat.

My arrogance was everywhere manifest; I was cunning, too, taking refuge quickly in any opportunism. My words were carefully phrased and the replies I gave were regularly ambiguous...

Its funny when some weirdo like OP tries to sound intelligent or smart then you realize this is the idiot on the other side of the keyboard LMFAO

You sound like you're in love with yourself

Is it true you're a taxi driver op?

OP has been 1 of the misc yellow bus riders for as long as I can remember.

He’s almost a misc national treasure at this point

OP is a prius driver

You don't know what youre talking about..

op youve been a slender semi lean tanned twink for a decade

OP what's up with your user name?

what do you mean?

what is it about KING that you don't understand.

We was KAAANNGGSS

Now "swerve" outta my way lil guy...

(get it?)

As opposed to youre dumb name?

Teal cat? With a dumb blue tiger pasted? of all things why that? you seem like a real crappy cringe poster

what I am writing right now is more than i read of your postt

Go back to Denmark

Oh wait nobody knows where that is

Cuck

OP with some nice pasta then swatting flies in his thread after he posts it, good stuff.

I'm 34 and Peaking

It's such a coincidence because yesterday was thinking I remember it like it was a strong consensus amongst almost all women who met me. The sight of me inspired admiration. I was slender of waist and flanks, with broad shoulders and chest. I was neither taper of form nor heavily built and fleshy, but perfectly proportioned — one might say that I conformed to the classic body ideal.

The skin all over my body was very white, except for my face which was both white and olive. My hair was lightish-brown. Whether my beard was light brown or of any other color no woman can say, for the razor had attacked it, leaving my chin smoother than any marble. However, it was light brown.

My eyes were light-blue and gave hint of my spirit and dignity. I breathed freely through nostrils that were broad, worthy of my chest and a fine outlet for the breath that came in gusts from my lungs.

There was a certain charm about me, but it was somewhat dimmed by the alarm my person as a whole inspired; there was a hard savage quality in my whole aspect due I suppose to my great stature and my eyes; even my laugh sounded like a threat to others such was my constitution, mental and physical, that in me both courage and love were armed, both ready for combat.

My arrogance was everywhere manifest; I was cunning, too, taking refuge quickly in any opportunism. My words were carefully phrased and the replies I gave were regularly ambiguous...