||[May. 28th, 2006|06:32 pm]
The other day at work, a guy came in who has the kind of look that has always caught my attention. He was probably about 5'10" with dark hair cut in a flat top, and a dark handlebar mustache. I'd say he was in his mid-30's, give or take. And he was wearing jeans and a white polo shirt.|
What really caught my eye, of course, was his well-fed ball of a belly. The white polo really emphasized its roundness, and the light fabric clearly revealed the outline of his deep bellybutton. He had such a classic man-gut, the sort of physique that I have dreamed of having myself my entire life.
Then today, getting dressed, I decided to put on an old white polo shirt of my own, size XL. It's a snug fit, but it stretches over my belly just enough to tuck it in. And, much to my delight, when I looked in the mirror, I saw the same effect I had admired about that guy the other day.
I can't say that I'm completely satisfied with the size and shape of my belly, but it's clearly in the right league. Of course, I dream of growing it beyond standard beer belly dimensions and into the realm of truly fantastic fatness.
But it was a thrill to be reminded how far toward my goals I've already come.