Raquel was at the gym in her usual Thursday night spin class. She was warming up on her bike when a fine looking manweight slid into the row in front of her and conveniently mounted the bike right in front of her. Raquel would have a perfect view of his muscular ass for the whole 45 minutes. The room was dark and hot and so was he. She wasn’t sure what his face looked like, but if it was anywhere as good as his ass she’d be fine with it. She stretched extra long because he did, made sure to bump into him when he was leaving, and made extra sure to smile big when she did. He was at the class the following Thursday too. Raquel followed the manweight around the weight room, looking as cute as she could while covered in sweat from spin. She wore the very tight black spandex she had donned to excentuate her perky breasts. It wasn’t until the 4th week in a row that their first true encounter occurred. They were both standing by the free weights in between sets and began to talk about weights. (All Raquel was thinking about was his manweight…but anyways). They walked over to the water fountain together which happened to be directly next to the spin room where she’d first seen his ass. The room was still expelling heat from their class, the mirrors still fogged from the moisture in the room. As Raquel looked into the spin room, she noticed her sweater was still hanging off of the handlebars of the bike she’d just been on. She ran into the room to grab it and when she turned around to run out, he was right behind her. He grabbed her waist and pressed her back against the bike, kissing her hard and passionately. She went right for what she had been staring at for the 180 minutes of spin class, his hard ass. What weight! Who cares about sweat when you have that kind of heat with another person…they exchanged numbers and are still dating!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Raquel was at the gym in her usual Thursday night spin class. She was warming up on her bike when a fine looking manweight slid into the row in front of her and conveniently mounted the bike right in front of her. Raquel would have a perfect view of his muscular ass for the whole 45 minutes. The room was dark and hot and so was he. She wasn’t sure what his face looked like, but if it was anywhere as good as his ass she’d be fine with it. She stretched extra long because he did, made sure to bump into him when he was leaving, and made extra sure to smile big when she did. He was at the class the following Thursday too. Raquel followed the manweight around the weight room, looking as cute as she could while covered in sweat from spin. She wore the very tight black spandex she had donned to excentuate her perky breasts. It wasn’t until the 4th week in a row that their first true encounter occurred. They were both standing by the free weights in between sets and began to talk about weights. (All Raquel was thinking about was his manweight…but anyways). They walked over to the water fountain together which happened to be directly next to the spin room where she’d first seen his ass. The room was still expelling heat from their class, the mirrors still fogged from the moisture in the room. As Raquel looked into the spin room, she noticed her sweater was still hanging off of the handlebars of the bike she’d just been on. She ran into the room to grab it and when she turned around to run out, he was right behind her. He grabbed her waist and pressed her back against the bike, kissing her hard and passionately. She went right for what she had been staring at for the 180 minutes of spin class, his hard ass. What weight! Who cares about sweat when you have that kind of heat with another person…they exchanged numbers and are still dating!
Profession: Aspiring Zoologist
Hometown:
Interests: Surfing, Snowboarding, Golfing, Canoeing, Tom Foolery, Greater Apes
Favorite place to meet women: On a Train
Favorite Bars: Zum Schneider, Cool Cats (HI)
If you have an hour to kill on a Sunday, what do you do: I'm a guy... what do you think?
Boxers or Briefs: Boxer-Briefs
Sunday, January 20, 2008
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Where do you Live: Manhattan
What do you do: Secret Agent
Do you have any Hobbies: Saving the world
Where do you go to meet women: International secret agent conventions or hostage situations.
Favorite Bars to drink in: Ones where i get drinks for free
Favorite Restaurant/s: Anything with good sushi on the menu
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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Profession: Financial Analyst, aspiring House Music Producer
Hometown: New York
Interests: Kites, dogs, pub ale, easy livin'
Favorite Bars: McSorley's for happy hour, Sweet Paradise from 4 to 5am and White Horse Tavern
Where do you meet women: on a plane or at the discotheque
If you had an hour to kill on a Sunday, what would you do: It's hard to say; conventional weapons probably wouldn't work on an hour...maybe painkillers?
Boxers or Briefs: Boxer-briefs
Sunday, January 6, 2008
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Profession: Hunter student, bass/vocals in the "dirty dirty", www.myspace.com/dirtydirtynyc (one manhattan band against an army from Brooklyn)
Interests: the cloisters, comics, british soccer
Favorite Bars: O'halligans, Donell's, McAully Smithstone
Favorite Restaurant: Forlinis and end of the day cupcakes at billy's bakery
Where do you meet women: Magic Johnson theater, the playground
Where can we find you on a Saturday afternoon: Chinatown basement card game
Favorite song/music group: Pretty into xtc, gogol bordello
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
It started as most office holiday parties begin: people mulling about in pairs as if using the buddy system, awkward hellos, happy holidays to people you don’t know, and frequent sips from a glass you hope holds the key to an awesome party. Monica was walking around with her fellow cubemate when they noticed a hot guy they had never seen before. He had brown hair and a shaggy, messy haircut that he constantly tended to, shaking it back away from his blue eyes. He looked utterly sweet and adorable. “Who the fuck is that?”, she said to her cubemate. “I think I’ve seen him in the lobby before”, her cubemate responded. After a few more sips (alright, gulps) from her glass, Monica got up the nerve to go over to him. After all, if they had nothing else to talk about, they could always talk about work. His name was Chris and the two of them hit it off right away. Besides the amazing conversation, he looked like he would be a pretty good piece of manweight. And so it goes, the office party wrapped up around 8:30 pm, a short three hours during which Monica got totally obliterated. Off the new buddies went to an after party at one of their co-workers houses. Upon arrival at the party, Monica went into the back bedroom to take off her coat. Chris came up behind her and tugged on her scarf just enough to make it slip off her neck and drop in a bundle near her feet. “Sorry I was just trying to help you”, Chris said as he knelt down to pick it up. As he stood back up Monica leaned in and they shared an intimate kiss. Chris pulled her in closer. He was so soft…no wait…It wasn’t him but his chest! Monica’s hands curiously felt around his chest. Chris had tits! Not man boobs…Boob boobs. Turns out Chris was actually Christina!!! So much for manweight….I guess it goes to show, you never know what kind of weight you’re going to get at the end of the night.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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There are certain really good places to meet hot manweight… once such place is at the ski slopes. The sport of snowboarding, much like surfing, is known for its good looking sportsmanweight. After a long, extremely exhausting day, Molly decided to get a drink at this cool bar she’d heard about. It was an old brothel in the ski town that had been transformed into a local popular bar. Rumor had it that the madams that used to operate out of that brothel still haunted the women’s bathroom.
They “did the dirty in the women’s bathroom”. And as she grabbed his manweight, broad shoulders, firm ass (and women using the stall next to them), those madams from years ago definitely cheered them on!
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Caroline and her friend were traveling around the south of
Sunday, December 16, 2007
We’d like to wish you all a merry manweight this ho-liday season. We are out and about at company holiday parties and well, really any old party, collecting more manweight stories and spotting potential ManWeights of the Week.
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Profession: Financial AnalystInterests: Fast cars, fast women, wildlife, and renewable energy sources
Favorite Bars: Snitch, Black Bear, King's Head
Favorite Restaurants: Amici II, Il Corallo
Where do you meet women: Staten Island
Favorite place you've ever been: Ayia Napa, Cyprus
Favorite Drink: Heineken and Jager Bombs
Favorite Music: Chevelle, Motorcycle, Benny Benassi