Body-builder 'Bee?

[beetiger]

I had a weird little experience this morning, while I was filling my car with gas. I'd decided to wander into the convenience store part of the station to see what they were carrying in the cooler case this week (it's a work thing), and stretch a bit. A young man came up to flirt with me, something which happens on occasion. But when he commented on how good I looked, he asked me if I worked out, or was a runner, because my legs looked like it, that I had very attractive muscle structure. (Not quite his words, but that was the meaning, I think.) I laughed, told him I wasn't, wished him a good morning, and went back to my car. He followed me until I got in.

The only other time something similar has ever happened to me was last year, at WorldCon. I was playing Chrononauts in the gaming room; the player next to me noted "how nice the muscles in my arms" were, and wanted to know if I lifted weights. He wanted to arm wrestle me. The game I'd been trying to run had fallen through, so I agreed. I don't think I'd arm wrestled since middle school. I was less than half his weight, and couldn't even come close to winning. I won when he put his weaker arm against my stronger, and two fingers against my whole hand, and that was hard work. We spent perhaps half an hour together. He obviously enjoyed it, in a less-than-innocent way. I was amused.

I don't get it. I'm not athletic at all, although I try to walk when I can. I have trouble opening jars with the caps screwed on tight. I need help handling 5-gallon containers of sugar. My body type is, overall, scrawny. I don't have any problem with men with muscle fetishes, but why would I possibly attract their attention?

Some of you have met me in person. Am I missing something?

Comments

Flirt

[awolf.livejournal.com]

I'm a bad person to ask this of. Angst alert.

I never know when a woman is flirting with me. I don't think anyone ever flirts with me. I had a man flirt with me once but he was stoned. I've had furries yiff with me but that just sorta happens. Nexxus once hit on me when he was drunk, and it was kinda creepy.

So I have nearly no experience with it. (There is a notable exception but I cannot mention this in public...legal issues...)

I would find ways to excuse it, though, if it happened. Dressed female, I've had two guys flirt with me. That was weird. One was an older gentleman in a convenience store. I think I didn't pass and he was a pervert maybe. Another was a younger man who was a gamer and probably desparate, and didn't know because it was dark, I think. So I guess I do excuse it.

Actually, a woman kinda flirted with me last week in a bar, but I think she was just being really friendly because she was obviously with another guy, I think she knew me from somewhere or something.

I'm clueless.

Trickster

Actually...

[shaterri.livejournal.com]

...I can sort of see where they're coming from. It's hard to pin down in words, but you've got a certain solidity about you that belies your size, either height or frame. It's really hard to put into words, but there's a definite subtle buffness there, after a fashion. I imagine the way you carry yourself has something to do with it, but even just purely visually...

I suppose this isn't really much help, but at least it's confirmation of a sort.

[annavixen.livejournal.com]

I don't see it. You have less muscle than I do (kidding). I think he was shining you on. He just wanted some honey? Laughs!

It's what's inside that counts, anyway. Right?