Sunday, August 3, 2008

Calves

Apparently, I have ridiculously large and noticeable calves. Now, I have always known my legs are no small entity. They are large and strong and though I used to hate how they would rub together and cause every single pair of shorts to ride quickly upwards I have come to love them and find them beautiful in their purposefulness. They get me everywhere these days, have taken me all over Buenos Aires and the streets of San Francisco.

I didn't think my calves were disproportionate to me thighs. Actually, I don't think they are. They just have been getting a lot of attention lately. Before this summer I had a handful of comments on my legs. With my friends Andrew and Mike I was part of the UPS Calve-alry (think cavalry), our own little club of big calve-ness. So I thought I was aware of their size. Then this summer came along and practically EVERYONE I have encountered has commented on my calves. At work, my nickname is actually calves. My coworkers want to touch them, which is a little odd (and a privilege given to only a select few). They all want me to flex-just once, please? Its not a bad thing, many are honestly envious and/or complementary of them. But an encounter last night tops them all. I was out after work having a drink. For whatever reason I was trying to see over heads and naturally went up on my tippy toes to do so. A random never-before-seen guy passing by practically stops in his tracks. "Wow, you have huge calves!" He points them out to his friends, asks me to flex then after I hide them against the wall continues on his way. It was like a drive-by. I was left stunned. The thing was, he was kinda hitting on me. Now, traditional methods of complementing a woman do not usually include her calf size. Apparently I inspire very nontraditional game. Though in the moment, out at a Senor Frogs, I didn't really know how to handle the encounter I can definitely laugh about it now. And add it to my growing list of calf complements.

Just an after thought: I tell people that my calf size is genetic, if they saw the rest of my family they would understand, but I can't help but wonder if my years of tip-toe walking have in anyway influenced my calf size. I may never know.

3 comments:

Annie said...

mommy g says ellie has the groves' calves... time will tell. um and hi, funniest pick-up line i've ever heard! btw... i'm pretty sure el has your family's build and it makes me so happy - because when i tell people she has her daddy's build, they kinda go "aw," like, "poor girl," but then i say, "no way - have you seen his sister? she's hot!! i'm thrilled for ellie! ucla athlete here we come..." ok the pigeon holing has got to stop...

JD Groves said...

the calves are genetic, though you may have some extra definition from those years of walking on your toes. Funny stuff, keep rep'in' those calves with pride.

Anonymous said...

Oh my gosh! I don't know how I have never been to your blog before but I am truly missing out. I just saw your name as a link on Annies...So lets talk about calves. I love yours and they truly are one of a kind. It may have been a wierd pick up line but it made me chuckle and think of my husband. He loves my calves. It is kind of weird to me - - - but if you ask him what his favorite body part is on me, he will say calves. Now, I think that they have sadly dwindled since my days of high jumping but there is still some muscle there. Who knows...maybe you are destined for a calf man too :)