Walking through UN Plaza on my way back from lunch I saw a homeless man. OK, I saw like 100 homeless men. But one in particular was in his late 30s, around 5"7" tall, 130 pounds, wearing an American Flag bandanna around his head, shirtless with dirty black (maybe they were once blue) jeans that sank so far down his hips he was showing off his pubis. He believed he was a body builder and he kept flexing his sinewy muscles as he jumped around the square.
As I approached he basically propositioned me barking in a gruff voice "Sir, do you like muscle men?"
I was so caught off guard I couldn't come up with a quip like "Yeah, do you know any?" or "I only like one kind of muscle on my men!" so all I could do was chuckle at him.
So he treated me to a show of six or seven different body building poses. It was, in a word, amazing.