The Perfect Man List Part II

Hello Lactic Acid my Old Friend.

Yeah, I’ve missed you. And yet here you are again delivering your message of intra-muscular love with all the intensity of youthful passion. Ow. Just because I know you’ll all be so fascinated by the process of a computer bound writer daring to step away from the keyboard and resurrect her once significant athletic prowess. Ow. For the record though all 656 or 850 muscles in this human body are speaking loudly. And hey, how can it be the 21st century and we still can’t figure out how many muscles are in the human body? What’s that about? Can academics really NEVER agree? Lock yourselves in a room kids and duke it out. The world needs a definitive answer to this burning question.

Whoooosh. I had to use the word “burning’ didn’t I? But I digress, now there’s a surprise. Yes my knees ache a bit as do the biceps and the hands but the winner in the “how loud can muscles scream” competition today are the Latissimus Dorsi and Trapezius along with the associated Thoracolumbar Fascia. In short, I need a back rub. The Ibuprofen and the hot bath can only do so much. I need a man’s strong hands to get back there and do some serious work.

Fine, a thought which leads me back to the serious work of the day the Qualities of My Perfect Man list Part II.

He must enjoy to give and receive frequent massages.
Though there have been a few aspirants over the years the crown still belongs to The Fiancée. Who it should be pointed out was seriously in doubt of making this list at all until the tide of Lactic Acid and the concomitment memory of just how good he was at the art of massage. And he loved doing it too. Mind you it was part of his training in physical education and if memory serves one of the few classes he actually bothered to attend.

So there you go, he has to be able to play this body like a piano. Which, come to think of it maybe should be a separate line-item. I’m going to go away now and soak my hands in hot water and think about that a bit.