So this isn't really a blog it's an update of a recommendation. I know, hell fire of meetfighters accuracy protocols will rain upon me but hey I am a rebel and for various reasons it makes sense to continue my short recommendation of a certain unnamed wrestler in this location -
a) because as unnamed wrestler pointed out, I write so much no one can see his other recommendations from better wrestlers (no hint of bitterness)
b) just in case any other fans of unnamed wrestler get jealous he meets me so often and no one ever reads blogs
c) I can write even more bla bla here
d) Since an updated profile always pops to the top, a quick glance might suggest unnamed wrestler only ever meets one person i.e. me whereas he is spreading his wings (very nice lats) all over the matrooms of a certain unnamed Eastern European country.
Anyway I very much enjoy my wrestles with whoever he is, so I set off early to get some extra time in wherever it is. Unfortunately due to only having two hours notice to do his hair he was a little late picking me up. Fortunately he is worth the wait. So a whole day of wrestling, admiring and a bit of socialising followed. I worry that he will get bored of trying to move me around - think determined tug and aircraft carrier but he says he enjoys the challenge and I enjoy his ever improving skills. I also know he could use more, how shall we say - violence against me, but he is too much of a gent to do that. So what's not to like, if this was a recommendation I would tell you to meet him but it's not and you don't know who he is and I want as much of him as I can get, so don't.
Just saying thanks to everyone who has taken the time to talk to me and discuss various things. It was a awesome welcome and I am looking forward to meeting some people, learning things and having some fun all around!
just to be aware WW is not recommended complete let down
Pretty much if I'm on here I'm looking no games no bs need the experience and make some fun
I’ve never been into boys. Ok let me correct that, I’ve been into guys for a very long time. But boys just never really did much for me. Wrestling them was too easy. Talking to them was too dull. Men were, and continue to be, what turns me on. Even as a boy, I remember my sexual fantasies and lust centered squarely on men weren’t ashamed to be over 40. Guys who couldn’t be intimidated by the gym. Guys who had no problem showing the results of their battle against aging. Maybe it was my first glimpse of Robert Conrad in Wild, Wild West. Or my uncle’s biceps that constantly threaten the seams of any short sleeved shirt he ever owned caused my infatuation with men and muscle. The combination of number birthdays and muscle were one of the few things that consistently have made me weak in the knees. Muscle Daddies evidently were my thing.
My wrestling coach, back in the day, didn’t help matters. At 5’8” his height wasn’t ever intimidating to me. But those biceps. Those lats. The legs. No other teacher ever challenged him. And I’m betting I’m not the only wrestler ever on this team to bone up over him. Even in my 30’s I recall some of my hottest romps and matches with guys well into their 50’s. One man in particular, Ian totally hit all my hot buttons. We met at the gym and I noticed him immediately standing in locker room in just the gym-issued towel. He had abs of a 25 year old athlete and the face of a 55 year old professor. He inspired me to a great workout that day. To my surprise, 90 minutes later he was still in the locker room. And happy to see me. We wrestled the next day and the intensity and power and sweat defied his age. And snagged me hard. But sadly, he was off to return to Dallas that evening.
Fast forward to now when I am the one who have tallied up the birthdays and find myself north of 50. Like my idols from my youth, I’m committed to the gym. I love working out and I’m determined to keep it up. And what I like about MeetFighters is that there’s no shortage of guys who inspire me. This isn’t a group of boys. It’ been who still look good. Still wrestle…and wrestle hard in one of the most challenging sports there is. I look around at the guys who are older than me who still inspire me. One guy in particular has been a friend for years. We’ve helped each other through high and lows in life and have always been there for each other. In his late 50’s he asked for my help in getting back into the gym. I shared my workout routines. He followed them. Improved them. And showed more commitment than even me. In less than a year his body morphed into something special. Now at 62 he’s back in the gym and pushing himself harder than most 26 year olds. And I like that our relationship has changed and morphed along with his physical changes. I’ve happily climbed off of the pedestal he put me on. And I am thrilled to see him achieve his goals and turn heads. I’m proud of him and proud of the countless other men who keep fighting the fight. Keep building and defining and making age a badge of honor. To me, you’re all Power Studs.
So, a few weeks ago I went to NYC for the holidays.
I was hoping to get some matches there, since lots of guys from New York see my profile and challenged me.
But I guess nothing is what it looks like; when I told some of them I was in NYC, they started making excuses or telling me "let's better not".
Too bad this website is full of fake guys.
To conclude, I ask you from the bottom of my soul NOT to challenge me if you don't really have the guts to meet and fight in real life.
It's been a while since I've been to a live fight guess I better get on the ball lol
First person view.
BBBB in its new incarnation of Beards Boxing Burgers and Beer is alive and well in New Rochelle, New York!
Although personally unable to jump in the ring and trade leather (a haemotoma in my right arm needs several weeks' rest), I thoroughly enjoyed filming, training and working the corners of the guys who took part: Techboxer, who provided the venue; redlandguy who added extra dimensions to his fight game; sarpedon and syracuseboxer, both of whom came down all the way from Upstate NY in the snow to join us, and of course my husband Harborfighter, who organised the whole shebang months in advance.
My right arm was itching to join the fray - but I must thank everyone for encouraging me to be sensible.