Funniest thing is, muscles don’t mean anything when it comes to women. I’d been lifting hard from 19-28 and was pretty big - women never gave me the time of day.
At 28 I got shredded and my face completely changed. I also looked like a twig. It’s as if I became a male model, I would get random, beautiful women smiling at me and some older women would aggressively pursue/eyefuck me to the point where it felt creepy.
Muscle means nothing unless you have the facial aesthetics to back it up.
At 28 I got shredded and my face completely changed. I also looked like a twig. It’s as if I became a male model, I would get random, beautiful women smiling at me and some older women would aggressively pursue/eyefuck me to the point where it felt creepy.
Muscle means nothing unless you have the facial aesthetics to back it up.