Very few of us are lucky enough to have beach bodies. You know, the kind of frame which genuinely looks good in a bathing suit and makes everyone else hate your fucking guts? I go to the gym five days a week and I still have Will Farrell’s midsection. It just isn’t fair. Especially when you’re married to someone like my wife; a gorgeous German woman who can eat all the seedy bread and cured pig fat she wants and never gain a pound. It’s genetic, and not everyone is similarly blessed. However, everyone is cursed with some degree of self-consciousness. No matter how sexy you are, I guarantee there is a part of your body you don’t like. Maybe some part you even hate. Maybe if the Devil himself offered to magically rid you of this part of your body, and all you had to do in return was murder some random person in cold blood, you would find the closest drifter asleep on the sidewalk and stab him right in the windpipe.
What I’m saying here is, even though my wife has a fantastic beach body, she still complains about it. One incident in particular springs to mind: Remember that trip my wife and I took to the Spanish island of Mallorca? When we visited the city of Palma, had some drinks in the El Arenal district, and took the historical train to beautiful Port de Sóller? Well, on the very last day of that trip, we finally donned our bathing suits and got some real sunbathing done. We were on the beach southeast of Palma, lounging around in the sand and just generally burning the sweet merry hell out of our skin. (Oh God… our freakishly, blindingly white skin…) We were napping on our towels, and at one point I rolled over onto my side — accidentally mashing my wife’s thigh in the process — which caused her to shout:
“Ow! Ow! You are pressing my big meat!”
If you would like to read the full post about that trip, check out: German-American Couple Visits the Spanish Island of Mallorca
Your humor both confuses and delights me, and I’m not sure why.
That may be the confusing part.
What am I saying, you ask? I don’t know, but I followed you anyway.
Bro, once again you have made me lol!
Awesome!!! That’s what we like to hear!
What did you think of the train to Soller? When I went they had clearly overbooked and the train and the trolley both had standing room only.
You know when I (46, parts of my fat body prove by sight that gravity exists) have a beach body? When I put on a bathing suit and go to the beach. Is the opinion (envy or disgust) of other people important for me having a beach body? Hell no!
Good for you, Fran. Right on.
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not, that I am going to the beach often – I am very, very prone to sunburns …
Ahem. Shouldn’t that have been your line?