Let's Talk About Pecs

I'd like to take a minute to discuss a certain breed of male that participates in online dating. The Flexer. He's the same guy who always seems to be at the gym, no matter what time of day you go, wearing Hammer pants and a Gold's Gym t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off so far his nipples are peeking out at you.

Using his dating profile as an online gallery of his finest topless poses, The Flexer doesn't bother with silly details like his level of education, his occupation (duh, weight lifting), or where he'll take you to on your first date (duh, the gym). No, he just wants you to see his totally awesome bod that he's worked so hard for.

Now, I'm all about physical fitness, but when a guy starts looking like he has bowling balls in his arms I'm running for the door. So, dear Flexers of the world, I don't want you to send me a message that says, "Hi Gorgeous" with a photo of you flexing in your mother's kitchen with your shirt off. Or on the beach last summer in your Hawaiian-print Hollister bathing suit drinking a cold one.

Is it so much to ask for brains and brawn?