After The Love Is Gone…

My boyfriend constantly alternates between telling me that I’m too muscular, and telling me that I’m a wimp compared to his manly manliness. One thing that he can’t deny though, is that my legs are more muscular than his. Although not as super toned as it was in my heyday (like talking about something 3 decades ago), I still have legs that take me through insane consecutive lunges and tuck jumps. One day, really pissed at how I was flexing my muscles, Tron suddenly said, “Shit, you’re really right. Your legs are more muscular than mine. How can that be? I wear skinny jeans and you can’t.”

My face started to look like this :

Then he had to add on, “Omg, we should change legs la! Your legs are like Pelé’s legs!”

In case you don’t know who Pelé is, or how his legs look like, take a gander :

I really don’t think I’m that muscular… from the side view, I really like how my legs look. From the front view… *sigh* No comment. To illustrate, this was a random doodle I was doing. To be honest, I wasn’t even really drawing “myself” in the picture, I was concentrating on drawing the pleats in my skirt because I was distracted (fine, I was at church. Don’t scold me, pastor!) and I was actually angry at something else, so to take my mind off it — I did something mindless. This is not a 100% reproduction, but it’s pretty near to what I was drawing :

Tron of course saw what I was drawing and he said, “Is that you?”. I just said, “yes” because it’s too bothersome to tell him, “Oh, no just randomly drawing a figure with no body and head, just a skirt and limbs that look like they belong to an octopus.” (Some more at church..!) So Tron grabbed my drawing and defaced it like so :

So I guess I’m sticking to jeans and long skirts from now on.