I like big men.
I like a man that can pick me up with minimal effort. A man that stands at least a head taller than me. Someone that I'd never question whether they were strong enough to... whatever it might be.*
This desire of mine has always been present. Instinctive almost. My father was 6' 1" before age started to reduce his height so maybe there is a Freudian element to it. I remember, aged about 6, being introduced to my friend's dad. He was about 5'5" and I clearly remember saying "that's not your dad" to my friend. I couldn't conceive of a dad that was mum sized. Still can't.
This morning, I dropped the kids at school, went to a meeting and then walked to Trader Joe's. Armed with 36lbs of groceries, I walked six blocks or so and took the bus home. (Out of curiosity, I checked the weight when I got back. I am supposed to be doing my taxes and thus looking for any and all distractions)
The groceries weren't so heavy, but still, I could have used a big man then.
I am not a girlie girl. I don't baulk at lifting stuff, getting my hands dirty or taking care of whatever needs to be done. But at 5'2" and without sufficient time to get to the gym, I sometimes get frustrated by my relative lack of strength. I am impressed by physical power and like nothing better than watching a man be manly. (Actually, pedantic reader, there are things I like better. I am simply using an expression)
There's that cliche about men wanting a maid in the parlour and a whore in the bedroom. I guess I want the mind of a new man with the build of a farmer.
It's funny how needs morph into wants though. I wonder if I'd still have a penchant for big men if, for example, I had a car and Trader Joes had a parking lot.
* I will deal with small men as long as they are freakishly strong
Here are some I made earlier:
King dong and kizz volume
Prostitues - yay or nay?
The female orgasm
Fabulous at 40, the reprise
Slim, petite or average?
Losing Momentum
Trader Joes Brooklyn. Sexy huh?