I don’t care the #s of what he can lift, OR what his body looks like. 

But god DAMN, I did love watching my ex chopping wood. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen (close tie with him helping me move - when I watched him pick up my washing machine and just casually carry it down the stairs, by himself, as if it was nothing more than, like.. a lego or something)

So yeah, for me.. metrics, or musculature, I don’t give a shit. But watching his strength, in action, *in real life scenarios*? That was INSANELY attractive. 

I guess there’s just some primal shit involved there

Edit for clarification: while he was strong, like, strong as hell.. he just had your classic dad-bod. Little overweight? Big ol linebacker of a dude, probably ~6’2 and 240-250 lbs (I’m completely guessing. I never measured him). No outwardly perceivably super-defined muscles. But, again. Watching him work, seeing what he could do/what he was capable of, in just day-to day life.. hottest. thing. ever.