It really is odd, when reality comes to mirror a fantasy. It is exciting and disappointing and something else all together.
For years I’ve written muscle fantasies some posted, some not, about encountering an ex; an ex who has beefed up in the ensuing years apart, while in those same years the protagonist has stopped working out.
Not long ago I joined Facebook. I found some friends and neighbors were already on. And I found an ex. Well, not AN ex, but THE ex, the one for whom I’d fallen hard and who had broken my heart when he dumped me. During that relationship I had been bodybuilding and in terrific shape, upwards of 200 pounds with a 34 inch waist, 48 inch chest and nearly 18 inch arms. I was built and strong.
At the very end of that relationship, the ex, who wasn’t my ex at the time, had started to train seriously and made noticeable gains. That had been really hot. Memories of that have become fodder for some stories I’ve since written. Of course, right after he’d made enough gains to really turn me on, he dumped me. It wasn’t a pretty break up and I was crushed. About a year later I heard through friends, that he’d continued to work out and gotten “buff”.
It’s been years and I’ve had to stop training because of the damage bodybuilding had done to my shoulders, knees, back. And my body isn’t anywhere near as muscular as it once was, all the muscle tone gone and now carrying another 30 pounds or so of fat.
The ex has been posting pictures from his mobile phone from a vacation he’s taking in NYC. Oh, my goodness. He is lean and built. Not a bodybuilder, but built. His arms are stretching his sleeves. He’s got a pencil thick vein running down the top outer side of one of his lean biceps. Holding a glass, or even relaxed at his side, his arms are clearly bigger now than mine. In some shots I can see how developed his chest is and how trim his waist is.
It’s hot.
I’m kind of hoping that at some point he’ll post a shirtless picture, because his torso looks lean, but with size and his waist is comparatively small. Is that wrong of me?
Flipping through the photos he’s posted to his Facebook, I can see that he’s continued to train, and he was never really into bodybuilding as such, but his continued dedication to the gym has paid off. He is clearly a muscular man now. And in the pictures I also see that his new friends, all people I’ve never met, are hot, beefy muscular men who make him look small. These guys are big.
It’s like the set up to a story that I might have written. In fact, I did start writing it about 2 years ago. And I wrote another version about a year before that. Neither one is finished yet. But it makes me wonder, have any of my other stories come true? If I finished these stories, would reality continue to mirror what I’d written?
Wouldn’t that be a great premise?! A writer of muscle growth fiction finds that one of his stories, where he used his friends as models for the characters starts to come true. Now that would be hot.
