Dad Bod Quotes

I can only hope,” Julie said, turning back to Gus, “they grow into the kind of thoughtful, intelligent young men you’ve become.” I resisted the urge to audibly gag. “He’s not that smart,” I said to Julie. “She’s right. It’s just that most really good-looking people are stupid, so I exceed expectations.” “Right, it’s primarily his hotness,” I said. “It can be sort of blinding,” he said. “It actually did blind our friend Isaac,” I said. “Terrible tragedy, that. But can I help my own deadly beauty?” “You cannot.” “It is my burden, this beautiful face.” “Not to mention your body.” “Seriously, don’t even get me started on my hot bod. You don’t want to see me naked, Dave. Seeing me naked actually took Hazel Grace’s breath away,” he said, nodding toward the oxygen tank. “Okay, enough,” Gus’s dad said.

Glancing down at my own chest after I’d removed the shirt, I realized that I was a bit more well-muscled than I had been on earth.  I had an 8 pack, broad shoulders and sculpted pecs.  I was so used to being a 40 year old with a dad bod, that I never really considered my looks here.

Almost 60 percent of women marry down, meaning most women go for a man with the dad bod. The guy who is more than likely going to make less than them; never work out; eat hot dogs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner; and, let’s face it, need Viagra by age forty. All it takes is a simple Internet search to get the facts. Women are, by nature, insecure creatures, and if by the tender age of thirty-five they haven’t settled down, they’ll most likely marry the guy with the unfortunate bald spot and a heart of gold. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. It’s kind of like when you go to the pound and pick the dog with the lazy eye because you feel sorry for it, and you know without a doubt that bastard will never stray.

No one tells you this, but when you enter your thirties, you will find vaguely in-shape bodies ridiculously attractive as opposed to your Chris Hemsworth predilections of the past. This is not to say that ripped dudes turn you off. It’s just that the DadBod signifies comfort—in one’s skin, in throwing a middle finger to vanity, and in eating what tastes good as opposed to what makes one look good—and for me, comfort equals home. DadBod is a home that smells like cinnamon and plush carpeting that you can massage your toes in.

It's not a dad bod. I prefer the term "father figure.

My pulse stutters. Her favorite story is about a girl who fucks an older man she calls daddy, who calls her baby girl. My cock strains against my underwear. Is this what April fantasizes about when the cameras are off and she’s alone in bed? A boyfriend-slash-father figure who wants to care for her in all the ways a real father can’t?

Christian had a brown man bun, beard, and heavy dad bod with a curved belly. The

Did people even realize that a body that looked photoshopped was the result of ruthless determination and constant work? No wonder the dad bod was coming back in style.

His burrito is halfway to his mouth as he says, “Takes me a week and a half to get through a self-help book when a new season of The Challenge comes out.” Then he takes a bite of his burrito, and honestly, from the lack of facial expressions, I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not. Might as well test his knowledge. “You watch The Challenge?” He nods slowly. “CT for life.” Okay, okay, don’t freak out. Gah . . . but CT! “He’s my dream man,” I say before I can stop myself. “Heavy Boston accent, troubled past, buff—even in his dad-bod era—and just a fine piece of ass.

I did not expect Archer to look this good shirtless,” Zane said, surprise evident. “I thought alcohol made guys pudgy.” Noah lowered his sunglasses to gawk at Archer’s distinct lack of a belly. “Not that I can see.” “Archer’s not as surprising as August. I was not expecting those abs or those biceps,” Felix remarked, taking a bite of a Nerds Rope he’d pulled from a backpack in the back. “Don’t forget Lucas, taking that dad bod to the next level,

Fine, you can be all zen about it. I’ll hate him enough for the both of us.” She shook her head. “If Owen ever did something like that…” Her expression fell. “He never would,” I assured her. “Your husband is wild about you.” “He might not be too wild about the twenty pounds I’m still hauling around from Danielle.” She jiggled her belly, and I rolled my eyes. “But in my defense, he’s working up to a dad bod, so we’re even. A sexy dentist dad bod.” She smirked.

The beast has awoken from his cage, and it doesn’t seem like he’s going back to sleep anytime soon. Not until Kelsey is on her knees like the good little girl I know she is. And then I’ll give her all the rewards she deserves for being so good for Daddy.

That feeling right there? That's how you should always feel with me. You're safe with me.

I just wish I knew how Jesse likes his women.

Abs!” Audra bursts out, apropos of nothing.

When the teenager with the retainer and unfortunate dad bod asked me what movie I wanted to see behind the box office glass, I pointed at the one with Kate Hudson on the poster. “M—Mona Lisa a—and the Blood Moon?” he sputtered, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Problem?” I drawled. The kid shook his head, his shoulders quaking with a suppressed laugh. He was about to get a front row seat to How to Lose an Eye in Ten Seconds if he wasn’t careful.

You’ve got the fangs, but you’re not wearing a traditional Dracula-type cloak or whatever. Earring. Rocking eighties hair.” She gasps again. “You’re a vampire from an eighties movie. Like Fright Night or The Lost Boys.” I tilt my head back. “Fuck my life.

It’s a bit of a meandering path on obnoxious hotel carpet. Kinda reminds me of The Shining and I half expect to find the creepy twins when I turn the next corner. As long as it’s them and not that hella scary naked old lady behind the shower curtain.

Luck doesn’t start out as good or bad. At first, it’s just things that happen to you. It’s what you do with those things that matter.

I got turned when I was in my early thirties, in 1987. That’s right, I look like an extra from the vampire classic, The Lost Boys. I’ve been able to update my wardrobe, but unfortunately, I’m stuck with the curly, mullet-like hair. I even have the diamond stud in my left ear.

She is the human equivalent of an ear worm of your very favorite song.