HIMBO

When I was a gayling, there was this guy who was three or four years older than I was and I was endlessly fascinated by him.  The thing is, when you're fifteen or sixteen, three years is a lot. He looked like a grown man to me. He also had the most perfect skin I've seen in a man: not one blemish. He was smooth as marble, all muscles and peach fuzz. He was one of the most beautiful men I've seen, even to this day. Already around six feet tall, and built like the proverbial brick outhouse, he was a sight to be seen. Really. 

He also spent literally 79% of the summer vacations shirtless and in shorts, playing soccer with the guys from my block and helping some of us learn how to play baseball. He was also the sweetest man ever, with patience to spare and didn't seem for a second aware of his stunning good looks. Seriously, it was like David Pocock's kid brother was visiting. He was also goofy, with a self-deprecating sense of humor and seemed to dance to his own drum. The other guy's jokes seemed to go over his head half of the time and didn't have an ounce of the malice his contemporaries seemed to have in spades. I should know because I knew some of them. In the biblical sense. I started young. 

He was my first encounter with a himbo. I didn't know it back then, but he would be the first of many himbos I would encounter throughout my life. Not my all experiences with himbos would be as sweet as my experiences with him, but he was the first one. Don't tell me you don't know any himbo. We all know the one guy who is totally gorge and hot and goofy and blissfully unaware of his attractive facade. I think the himbo could be the other side of the coin when it comes to the Fuckboi in the manimal menagerie. The fuckboi is basically everything the himbo is not:

A guy who will tell a  girl  man anything to get them to hook up with him. A complete jerk who flirts with multiple girls men at a time and makes them all believe they're individually special. They tell a girl man they like them and act like they're in love so that they can get something out of it like pictures, hooking up, sex, etc. Someone who should not be trusted and is the reason for a lot of people's trust issues. 

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And I find that the differences between the himbo and the fuckboi are more than skin deep: the himbo does not have a mean bone in his fantastic body. The fuckboi is just a walking boner. And that makes a difference, at least in my book. I'd rather not have a man who is a total dick. Literally. Also, I would totally go out with a himbo. Why not? They are handsome, courteous and don't seem to harbor any malice. What if they cannot discuss Sartre or Marxism? What if they are more into sports or the gym or protein shakes than into politics? Not everything has to be so serious. I don't know if I'd would enter a relationship with a himbo and maintain it, but they're so PRETTY!

It's like having lunch with any of the men in all those  pages in some of the many blogs I visit almost every day. It's like Maddie's Candy Shop come to life. I know it would be challenging for some to lack some intellectual sparring, but hey. Many visit those blogs every day. There's something about the himbo that makes us look. I think deep down every himbo is a very nice person and that should count. Could too much of a good thing be bad? Maybe. But those muscles, though...!

All in all, I think the himbo gets a bad rap. Pretty people are always judged by the way they look but at the end, everybody wants a piece of them, for whichever reason, be it lust or greed or projection or status or whatever it is that we want them to be. Being blessed with great genes and a sweet disposition should not be a burden. Gosh they're pretty.

XOXO