A good snuggle fest is one of my favorite ways to spend date night — or any night, for that matter. In order to be comfortable while cuddling, I need soft things that feel good underneath my head, cheeks, and legs. I don't know about you, but I'd happily forgo a set of washboard abs on my partner and for a nice Charmin' layer any day.
I mean, have you ever tried to take a nap on an actual washboard?
No, thank you
If I'm going to share my bed with someone, I want them to be able to sink in a little if I need comfort after a bad dream or if I just can't fall asleep.
Because of this, I love me a sexy dad bod. In fact, I prefer it to a perfectly chiseled body which looks like hardness and discipline.
A dad bod says, "I can get into a nice session in front of the television with some Lay's potato chips. Also, I'll never pressure you into an unwanted gym session."
It's sexy as hell
I've always been drawn to men who know how to carry a little extra. Not only does it keep me warm and give me something to tug on when I'm trying to get their attention, a dad bod feels so good under a soft T-shirt. Not to mention they know how to fill out a flannel in all the right ways.
I think a man with more meat on his bones has more meat in his life. It's a sign he's too busy to spend hours a day at the gym, and there's no chance he's weighing or counting what he puts in his mouth.
If I see a little softness, it's an invitation to bake, cook, and feed them. There's nothing hotter than sitting on the sofa and sharing a dessert with one spoon. I'd rather hear grunts over a candlelit table because the food is so damn good, then grunts coming from a dude doing crunches for an hour.
When a man owns his dad bod, it's hot AF
Any man who owns his body is always attractive, but a man who is carrying a little extra and couldn't give a flying eff about it turns me on more than the posters of Brad Pitt I used to have hanging in my bedroom as a teenager.
Back then, I thought I was attracted to perfectly toned men with little body fat, but I also thought being an adult would be so much easier than it actually was. Clearly, I was clueless.
It makes perfect sense: As kids, we liked to sleep with stuffed animals and soft blankets. No one ever brings their Lego sculpture to bed to comfort them.
When we're pregnant, we invest in body pillows to throw our legs and arms over because it feels comforting and lulls us into a dream-filled sleep.
A dad bod is where it it's at for me
So, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to feed my man brownies then fall into a delicious sleep with my arm around my man's middle and my head on his chest — no pillow needed.
