He should come to my house.

I'll show him how to pump!!!

Oh my god, I'm so naughty today.

Must be all those sprouts.

Seriously, the one part of a guys anatomy that used to drive me nuts were the guys arms.

My friends knew (when we went to a disco or to a dance), that any guy with ARMS, well, he would be mine.

One night we went to a nighttime shindig (the same people usually go to all of these things, and people would exchange phone numbers), etc.

Well, I went with 7 or 8 of my girl friends. We would usually leave the house at 11 p.m. arrive at the dance at midnight, dance all night and then we'd all go out for breakfast.

I remember once asking "who on earth goes out at midnight?, why can't these places start at 7 p.m." They would all look at me like I was nuts

Then one night we got there at midnight and the girls would be all lined up against the wall (waiting for some guy to walk up to them), and I was in the ladies room , when 3 of my friends find this guy WITH ARMS.

They drag him over to where I was. I never laughed so hard.

I must have been about 26 or so. I didn't know how old he was and I couldn't care how old he was. He had ARMS.

He had a cut off shirt and the biggest arms I ever saw.

Since I used to look like Elizabeth Taylor, I wasn't too hard on the eyes either. I know we danced all night and he took my phone number. He didn't call. Men rarely called when they took your number. They took so many phone numbers, who can remember who to call.

But the best, the very best night was the night I met a certain famous bodybuilder.

I was in a Brooklyn joint called the Camlet, in Flatbush Avenue.

I went with my sister's friend Judy. She immediatly hooked up with some guy and all of a sudden this 6'5 inch HUNK, approached me. I noticed he had been hanging with all bodybuilding type guys with muscle man t-shirts.

The odd thing about him was that he was wearing a plain short sleeved shirt.

You couldn't hide his body. Not at that size. At the time he was only 22.

So we sat together and he explained that he was in training but he didn't like to show off like the other guys in the room. HE WAS VERY SHY AND VERY DEAR.

He looked at me and said (I'll never forget this), he said: "I bet you can't tell what kind of car I drive". I took one look at him and blurted out:

"you drive a volkswagen". He looked astonished and said "now how on earth did you know this?"

I replied: "Anyone as big as you HAS TO DRIVE A VOLKSWAGEN."

I noticed his speech pattern and couldn't put my finger on it. Then he told me about his deafness and that he wore hearing aids.

He was very sweet, very gentlemanly and asked to take me home.

I had (up till then), never gotten into a car with any guy I met at a dance.

NEVER!!

But I looked at him, and knew he was a gentleman.

We got into his volkswagen and he drove me to my apartment in Canarsie. I remember I was about 27 or 28. I had a red blouse on and black slacks.

He took my phone number and he said "I'm going to Europe to compete in the Mr. Olympia contest". I had never heard of this, but then again, I knew NOTHING about body building competitions.

Have you figured out yet who this guy is?

Lou Ferrigno!!!

He went on to be The Incredible Hulk.

When I told this story at work one day, NO ONE BELIEVED ME. They thought I was telling a fabricated story. I just looked at them. Now why on earth would I tell such a story?

I remember this like it happened yesterday.

I doubt he remembers. He must have met THOUSANDS of women in his lifetime.

Ah, the memories!!!

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