be called hot

I’d run 12.4 miles tonight at the gym. After showering, I locked up the gym and headed out to my car. I was still warm from my workout, and since it was night I didn’t bother buttoning up my shirt. There was a long line of cars waiting at the light, and as I crossed the street between two of them the wind blew my shirt open more showing off my chest and abs. When I reached my car and opened the door, a girl from the SUV that I’d crossed in front of rolled down her window and called out to me. “Hey you’re hot!” I smiled and waved as I got in my car and realized she’s 16 or 17, while I’m turning 42 in a few days. It made me feel good at first, but then it made me feel weird since I doubt she realized how old I am since it isn’t a well-lit area.

Obviously I’ve been called hot before. Joshito even made a big deal about it here a couple years ago. In fact I might just have to change my name again so more people can adopt this goal. The thing is tonight’s the first time it’s happened that I really feel that way about myself too. I mean I’ve always felt I was attractive in my own way, but I’ve put a lot of effort these past three years into reshaping my body so that it conforms to the stereotypical “hotness”. I still have a way to go. I don’t have that six or eight pack yet. I need to build up my glutes a bit more. I’d like another inch or two of biceps. But still, I can definitely see the hot in me now physically, that’s always been there mentally.

So who is the Todd in Hot Toddie? I am. 2 years ago