thebigreveal.

No he’s not gay. No we aren’t engaged. Well, not in real life anyway. In my mind…well, that’s a different story.

You, my friends, have been curious as to what Mr. Sexy Back’s back looks like. Until recently I had been concerned about how confessing to having, in my possession, one two pictures of Mr. Sexy Back’s back and how that would make me appear to those who don’t know me very well.

Would people call me a creep? A weirdo? Psychotic? Would they not think he was as sexy as I claimed thus ruining the allusion? Would they call the closest Mental Health Hospital and have me committed? Would they call channel 10 and have them do a story on me?

So many concerned thoughts spinning around in my head (I’m a realist and a “worst case scenario” thinker).

Finally one day I decided to say, “screw you all and your unfair judgements” (that day is today, by the way).

I will embrace my inner stalker and share with my faithful followers and fans of all things Mr. Sexy Back, the sexiness of The Back.

But first, a little back story (get it?) on Mr. Sexy Back.

I first met him (and by “met” I mean, “saw him”) in January of 2012. It was 9:30am on a Tuesday and I was half asleep as I sat anxiously awaiting for my first class at my new college for my new career to start. Political Science was the class. If you care. I was sitting at the back table (I always sit in the back of classrooms, I’m weird about people sitting behind me) when in strolls him. He too, looked very unexcited for this class. He paused briefly as he gazed the room for a place to sit. And, of all the empty seats in the classroom (I was the first one there…total nerd) guess where he sat? That’s right ladies (and gents), IN FRONT OF ME.

At the time I didn’t think anything of it. I mean it was winter so he had on a coat or a hoodie. But a few days later the room was unnaturally hot and stuffy. And then, he did it.

He took off his hoodie.

I’m pretty sure it was in slow motion. It was like “Magic Mike“. But for real. Because he was likeĀ right there.

He was wearing his signature thin white t-shirt and every time he moved, his muscled moved too. His back…oh his back…it was like if the Statue of David and Ryan Lochte could procreate, he would be there love-child.

I tried so hard to find a picture of his back. But I figured you wouldn't complain about his front.

I tried so hard to find a picture of his back. But I figured you wouldn’t complain about his front.

I imagine his butt looks like this as well.

I imagine his butt looks like this as well.

Seriously.

He has the broad swimmers shoulders and the small waist. Yea, you know what I’m talking about.

So that’s is the story about how I met saw Mr. Sexy Back for the first time.

Have I made you wait long enough yet? Who am I kidding, you probably scrolled through the text and gawked at his pictures for a good twenty-minutes and now you’re finally reading this. Hey, I get it. I’m a realist. No judgement here.

So, without further adieu, here is The Back.

See the muscle definition?

Seat with a view.

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We were supposed to be watching a movie. Instead I was watching this.

So, there you have it friends. The big reveal. I hope you find him just as sexy as I do. Trust me, these crappy cell phone pictures don’t do him justice.

Hope you enjoyed it!

– gypsyjess.

P.S. Mr. Sexy Back now has his very own “category” so look for more Mr. Sexy Back stories (or pictures…hehe…) in the future!

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