{"id":1615,"date":"2016-03-02T14:22:44","date_gmt":"2016-03-02T22:22:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/?p=1615"},"modified":"2016-03-02T14:22:44","modified_gmt":"2016-03-02T22:22:44","slug":"staying-sexy-takes-imagination","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2016\/03\/02\/staying-sexy-takes-imagination\/","title":{"rendered":"Staying Sexy Takes Imagination"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>daily writing exercise, 750words.com<\/em><\/p>\n<p>People often say to me, &#8220;Jason, how is that you are able to maintain such a fit physique? You hardly ever exercise, you eat like crap, and your genetic background is not exactly conducive to having such a smokin&#8217; hot body, at least not at your age&#8211; or, if we&#8217;re being frank, any age, really.&#8221; Well, I have two secrets, actually, and I&#8217;ll tell them both to you right now.<\/p>\n<p>The first secret is how I take off my shirt, if I&#8217;m going for a shower, or perhaps a quick change because the baby spit-up all down the back of what I was wearing. You see, most slobs will grab the collar of the shirt, and yank up, pulling it over the back of their head like some kind of Neanderthal. &#8220;But Jason, correct us, if we&#8217;re wrong, but Neanderthals didn&#8217;t wear shirts.&#8221; You are right. However, give the right collection of anthropologists the right mix of cocktails, and the truth emerges: if Neanderthals had worn shirts, this is how they would have taken them off. Like pigs. &#8220;But Jason, pigs don&#8217;t-&#8221; oh shut up.<\/p>\n<p>My method, the extra-sexy method, is to cross my arms in front of me, and grab the bottom of the shirt. I then pull up, uncrossing my arms as I go. You&#8217;ll realize this is the way male models, attractive actors, and strippers &#8220;do the deed&#8221; as it were. And in that moment, when the belly is exposed, I am, indeed, a male model, an attractive actor, a sort-of stripper. There&#8217;s some kind of magic there, having to do with confidence. For example, even though my head goes through the neck-hole, somehow my face is never obscured during this process. How is this so? Magic, as I said.<\/p>\n<p>It really is that simple, and as a result of this magic I don&#8217;t really have to exercise, eat right, or be incarnated as the offspring of air-brushed, photo-shopped parents. I can sit in front of my computer all day, playing video games and surfing the internet, and so long as I&#8217;m wearing a shirt that I can later take off, the sexiness remains.<\/p>\n<p>An open robe works too, but that&#8217;s more of an advanced technique- one I wouldn&#8217;t suggest you try just yet. Stick with the shirt thing for now. Give it a couple of\u00a0tries. Practice slow, try it fast a few times, and think about the post-off shirt-throw that can, in the right moment, add a real touch of fire.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s basically it. My other secret is that I make up people in my head who ask me questions about how I stay so sexy. I then answer those questions in a rather convincing manner, and most of the time, the people believe me. And what&#8217;s wonderful about this method is that, since I made those people up, that they believe me means only that I told them the truth. For them, taking off my shirt from the bottom up really does make me a sexy person.<\/p>\n<p>Now, if that&#8217;s all of the questions for the time being, I do, in fact, need to go take a shower. I&#8217;ve been on the computer all day, playing video games and surfing the internet, and I&#8217;m exhausted. &#8220;But Jason,&#8221; and there is a pause. &#8220;Go ahead,&#8221; I say. &#8220;Um&#8230; we didn&#8217;t really have a question this time. Unless you want to make one up for us? Since you made us up anyway?&#8221; Very well then. The shower can wait.<\/p>\n<p>Why don&#8217;t you ask me how I&#8217;m able to somehow defy the rules of sexiness by taking off my pants before my socks, and somehow not suffer the consequences of such a violation. &#8220;Yes, that,&#8221; you say. Go ahead then. &#8220;You want us to say what you just said?&#8221; Yes I do. I may have made you up, and I may have made up the question, but I&#8217;m doing my daily writing exercise, and I need the word count.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sigh. Okay. How is that you&#8217;re able to somehow defy the rules of sexiness by taking off your pants before your socks, and somehow not suffer the consequences of such a violation?&#8221; I&#8217;m glad you asked. &#8220;Will this have something to do with ancient races of human beings?&#8221; No. I mean, not directly.<\/p>\n<p>Because the answer this time is genetics. I have enormous calves. Socks on me look like graffiti on a mighty pillar holding up a gigantic, sexy building. In fact, some, and yes I do mean people I&#8217;ve made up, would even say that such calves are at risk of distracting any erstwhile observers from the sexiness thing when I take off my shirt the way I do.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Really?&#8221; Yes, really. And we&#8217;ve hit our word-count, so that&#8217;s all for this exercise.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>daily writing exercise, 750words.com People often say to me, &#8220;Jason, how is that you are able to maintain such a fit physique? You hardly ever exercise, you eat like crap, and your genetic background is not exactly conducive to having such a smokin&#8217; hot body, at least not at your age&#8211; or, if we&#8217;re being &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2016\/03\/02\/staying-sexy-takes-imagination\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Staying Sexy Takes Imagination&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[271,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1615","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-750-words-com","category-life"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p24y52-q3","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1615","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1615"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1615\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1616,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1615\/revisions\/1616"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1615"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1615"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1615"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}