I made it to gym tonight. I'd forgotten how the gym is full of beefy, hunky, beautiful yummy boys. Men with lovely muscled backs, arms, torsos and legs who make me think about what it would be like to run my tongue all over them or at least their well muscled body part. Mouth watering bickie boys, bickielicious sweaty beings, who sometimes smile at me. Do they think I'm cute? Or are they marveling at my fat rolls? Does it matter? Aren't we all just eye candy for each other at the gym?