Once upon a time there was a young man who worked in the bank. He had dark, shaggy hair, gorgeously long eyelashes, and a smile that could melt glaciers.
We called him Hot Tim.
Hot Tim was fantastic for Australia’s economy; how on earth could you not want to save all your money with someone like him on the desk? He was even inspiring enough to make one open a whole range of different, unnecessary accounts, just for the excuse of having a moment longer to speak with him.
Not that I ever did.
Now I could give you the long story, but I’ll cut straight to the facts. By some miracle of the non-financial kind, Hot Tim from the Bank noticed me.
To this day, I have no idea how, or why, but he did.
And so began a love story that would never make its way on to the Hollywood screens, (unless perhaps the recent GFC was a direct consequence of the teller leaving the bank; a fact of which we can never be sure) but resulted in Hot Tim, becoming Boatman.
The one.
The only.
And I don’t think I’ve ever noticed any other guy since. (Insert ‘Awwww’ here)
Now whilst that may sound completely sappy, and impossibly untrue to some, I should point out, that I’m not the kind of girl who goes around scoping out the talent. I don’t watch movies looking at the actors, and I skip past all those pics of burly blokes that pop up in my news feed.
In fact, the only ‘celebrity’ I have even registered as being slightly attractive of late, is Eddie from Chuggington, which says a whole lot more about me, than I actually care to admit.
Not for a particular person, or groups of persons.
No.
A weakness, for a body part.
A particular male body part.
There is something about this stretch of masculine skin that does not fail to excite me. The way it bulges, and pulses and extends into a muscle of pure strength and domination, sets my heart all a flutter, and makes me weak in the ……. Knees.
It’s arms.
I have a thing for arms.
I’m not sure when the attraction started, but whenever it was, it has taken a hold. Show me a rippling bicep and it’s all I can do to look away.
Thankfully, for me, Boatman’s job (the one in which he puts Top Gun to absolute shame), has provided somewhat of an overhaul on his upper body of late. Apparently turning a large marine vessel around several times a day is quite the work out, and my husband has got the guns to prove it.
A fact of which he is reminding me every single day.
And a fact of which, I never tired of being reminded of.
They really are fabulous arms.
Under normal circumstances, this would, of course, be the time when I include an erogenous photo of my husbands bulging bicep, but I won’t. On account of his arms being far too attractive to share with anyone voluntarily, let alone the entire Internet. And I am nothing if not fiercely protective of my banker turned boatman, if only because I still don’t know how I managed to score him in the first place.
Instead I will leave you with this pic of the man himself doing what he does best.
And, another one of Poor Eddie.
Who unless he gets a new illustrator, will never have anything much to show.
Or cartoon character?
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Nothing like a nice set of canons to get you going hey? And how could the banker turned boatman not notice someone as awesome as you
Rhianna recently posted..Thankful for a wonderful community
Awwww!
I love nice arms too! And the muscley (spelling?) shoulders they connect to.
Mmmm….
xx
Tracey @ Bliss Amongst Chaos recently posted..Getting Life in Balance, And A Challenge!
Mmmmm shoulders…..
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
Seriously YES! It is one of the things I just adore about my hubby – arms and that little bit on their lower back above their pant waist line…. oh and shoulders….crap I could so go on here!
xx
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And the V at the front…..
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
I love my man’s sideburns!! I am a sucker for sideburns!! (think thats the kiwi in me!)
What a wonderful story!!
I may have a slight obsession with Fireman Sam… but honestly so does my daughter so its ok!
Boatman used to have great big lamb chops that I liked.
And I blame you for me having fireman sam in my mind in the early hours of the morning.
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
I’m a sucker for nice arms too
But I also love eyes – Mr Pilot has lovely green ones 
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Oh yes, eyes are sooooo important.
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
Poor Eddie but hey, how blessed are you??!
x
I’m a sucker for shoulders. Big and broad, not too muscular but enough for me to run my fingers over the fine details. Now go and grab a big hug from Hot Tim’s awesome arms !
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I read this as ‘go and grab boatman’s butt!”
Well if you insist…..
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
My weakness – Italian men with great legs.
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Italian men, really? Is it the skin colour?
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
nyways we have been watching a lot of Handy Manny lately, he is kind of cute in a hubby kind of way – patient, calm, fixes stuff.
Oh he is a sweetie. You could do a lot worse than Handy Manny
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
oh! my last comment didn’t work properly so here it is:
I think my hubby has great legs. (plus handy manny comment too!)
Yup, a good set of arms … mmm.
I just love this post, Jess. It made me smile the whole way through. Gorgeous x
Becky from BeckyandJames.com recently posted..So Blessed
I should say, TMI Jess!!!! But … I totally get it. I love watching the hubster’s arms while he drives. Grrrrrrr.
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Sometimes TMI is good
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
For me it’s all about backs. A ripply surfer’s back… Mmm. Because of course if they have the back, they have all the rest in place too, right? You must REALLY be in love if Sportacus in Lazytown has failed to catch your eye. You’re one lucky lady.
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I think Sportacus’ little moustache puts me off TBH.
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
Uh huh! Arms girl here too.
Back in our past life when Mr O was a professional basketballer I would determine my desire to go watch a game on who the opposition was and if the team included any arm candy. I pretty much have arm nicknames for a lot of ex basketballers in Australia.
Love the shot of Boatman at work, what an awesome job to get up and do everyday!
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He is so lucky with his job, and he really loves it which is good.
I can totally imagine you sitting at a game nicknaming all the players. I’d come watch basketball with you!
Jess@Essentially Jess recently posted..When Things Go Right
Shoulders all the way.
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