TRUE ARMWRESTLING STORIES 1 Collected by Jay Knox (e-mail jaykay32@hotmail.com) from Diana's Message Board "Armwrestling" I have collected all true stories from Diana's message board archive 1. There will be many more to follow. Please accept that I don't want to be the judge whether the following stories really happened or not. For my work I beleave everybody who claims that his description is true. So have fun. True stories 02/17/97 12:28 from Jim Anyone have stories of arm-wrestling women. I've arm-wrestled one girl who beat me. She was very strong and didn't have to work that hard. For me, it was very erotic and I think she even enjoyed it. She certainly didn't lose any respect for me and we remained friends until she moved away Young Strength 02/18/97 12:20 from Matt Boy do I have a story. Albeit, I am only 19 and a college freshman, I had a great experience last year in high school. The varsity cheerleading squad had an armwrestling tournament after practice one day. I got to watch firsthand, and it was one terrific contest. I'd love to tell the whole story, if anyone is interested! arm wrestling story 02/18/97 22:17 from muscwayne several years ago. i use to sell vaccumm door to door and shampoo carpet on the side. one day i was shampoo carpet and ask the lady if she knew anyone else who like there carpet done she her sister. so i went. i was cleaning the carpet when her sister came home. this was a nice suprise. she was about 5'5" weigh about 145lbs and nice muscluar arm i ask her if she lift weight she said no but she lift patients around she sits with elderly people. i ask if i could feel her muscle she said ok it was nice an hard it measure about 13" . she ask to feel mine i measure 13" also. i said do you arm wrestle she said yes so we did first right hand we lock up boy was she strong we were at a stand still couldn't move each other her bicep was bulging. finally my arm start to hurt and she took me down. then we try left hand i am left handed. we lock up again this time i got her. but it was tough. we arm wrestled some more she won the right handed and i won the left handed. i was so excited later i met her agin this time we wrestle i write about it on the wresling board. diana when are you going to post new arm wrestling pictures. i have only seen the one set you have posted now. and do you know where i can find more pictures. this is a true story. No title 03/06/97 23:28 from JJ My girlfriend also beats me in leg wrestling, but she cannot do so in our armwrestling, Yet she does not want to train up as she does not want muscled arms.is there anyway she can improve her strength? challenge women at bars 03/10/97 19:38 from Anon i have an unusual interest in challenging women to arm wrestle at bars . suprisingly i have some succes at getting matches. i kinda feel foolish but i enjoy it so why not. Anyone have similar experiences? childhood armwrestling 03/24/97 01:50 from Mike A bunch of experiences molded my intense interest in strong women. Several of these were armwrestling related. I'll write about my first experience now and perhaps later I'll put more down here. At hebrew school during break the boys would all armwrestle each other from three grades mine being the lowest. I believe I was about ten. One day the girls decided to come over and give us some matches. I got to match up against two very pretty girls in my grade that I was much stronger than and I was sure after beating them that girls really were much weaker than boys. Just as break was ending a cute girl in the grade ahead of me put her arm on the table to challenge me. This girl was a bit shorter than me and not very strong looking. I was excited to have this opportunity to beat another girl so I reciprocated. She had on bright red nail polish and had fairly long nails. I was very turned on by this and I still am. When I said go, I couldn't budge her hand and soon I noticed my hand was frustratingly moving down towards the table. She just smiled and had a stern look on her face. There was nothing I could do. She slowly won the match and luckily nobody noticed cause they had gone back to class already. RE: Challenge 04/05/97 05:05 from Anon Diana. I have armwrestled almost a dozen women. Some of them taller than me, some of the shorter. Some of them lighter than me, some of them heavier. Only 2 of them worked out regularly. I have to admit it took me while to beat them, but I did. I am 25-0 against females. Enough said on my part. Oh and for the record I am 33-52 against males. All of my opponents(including females) weighed in between 130-170. And let me not fail to mention none of my opponents were bodybuilders either. RE: wishlist 04/26/97 22:44 from femfan In a celebrity team sport contest on network TV, the blonde Jill Goodacre (wife of Harry Coniff, Jr., I believe) easily whipped (and shocked) brunette, Tia Carrera in a fair arm-wrestling match. Tia claimed that it was an unfair match-up because Jill had been a gymnast or something. It was suggested that the contest should continue with a mud- wrestling match, and both women seemed prepared to take it to the mats to settle who was "more woman". Internet Meeting 04/28/97 16:20 from Anon I have a little story to tell about an internet meeting I had. It was with a woman who was 41 years old and her and I had gotten into conversations about who was stronger and who would win at arm wrestling. She spurred me on by telling me that she grew up on a farm had been handling 50 pound bags of feed when she was just a girl. When we met, we arm wrestled several times when we met and she nearly took me. Being that I am 26 years old (much younger than her) and I go to the gym somewhat frequently, I thought I would have been able to win easily... that was not the case. She was much stronger than I expected and the muscles in her forearms were VERY impressive and her biceps weren't bad either. That was back toward the beginning of March when we met and we are hoping to get together some time again soon. She keeps telling me that she has been doing curls at least once a day and has increased the weight she works with a couple of times. Needless to say, our next meeting should be pretty interesting and I am really looking forward to seeing how much stronger she has gotten and how much bigger her muscles are now. It has been almost two months and she's been workingout the whole time while I have not... this next meeting should be interesting!.... When it happens, I'll let you know who was victorious. Challenge 05/04/97 01:11 from David Rice I will challenge any female to arm wrestle. I am a man with average strength. With a record of 10-1 against females and a record of 2-11 against men. I just wanted to see if I have been improving. Been working out for last 4 months. arm wrestling 05/04/97 13:09 from Bob When I was 16 I arm wrestled my 12 year old sister and lost. true armwrestling story 05/04/97 14:48 from MEEEEEII When I was 16, I was about 5'10 and 145 lbs. I had been lifting weights for six months to put on some muscle, and I could curl 25 lbs. about 5 or 6 times. My sister was about 11, and she was growing through a growth spurt. About two weeks before she was boing to turn 12, she was 5'2 with a medium build. She was about 110-120 lbs, and she was a tomboy. She played tackle football against all the boys at school, and she played track+field, basketball, and football(against boys) at the local gym. I had never realized how strong she was until my dad needed some help lifting a desk. My dad had injured his wrists playing racketball, and he needed us to move his very heavy desk to another room. I didn't expect my little sister to be much help. I lifted one side of the desk, and I noticed that it was very hard to lift. My sister then lifted the other side, and to my surprise, she was showing no strain at all. My dad told me it was harder because i was lifting the heavier side. Later, when my mom came back from shopping, she brought back tons of groceries, and asked us to help. My sister was wearing a tanktop, and i noticed that she had solid- looking arms. In one arm, she carried 6 bags, most of which were full of two-liter drinks. I don't remember what was in her other arm, but i remember that she lifted all six bags onto the table easily with one arm. "Damn, you're pretty strong for a little girl", I said. "I know. I'm stronger than everyone in my grade, and I just beat an eighth-grade boy in arm-wrestling", she proudly said. I did not believe her, however, because she lies all the time. The next day, my sister went to my dad's clinic early in the morning. When they came back, I was trying to pull out my 5th rep with the 25 lb. weight. "Son, I left you some heavy boxes in the car.", my dad said. "Can I help", my sister replied "No, this is to heavy for you", my dad replied. After my dad left the room, my sister said to me,"Don't worry, I'll get them for you. I don't want you to hurt yourself." I just ignored her and continued working out. The boxes were pretty big and filled with layers of heavy books. After putting my weights down, I noticed that my little sister was carrying one the boxes easily. I said, "If you're so strong, why don't you lift weights with me after you're done." "Sure, as soon as i get the rest of the boxes", she replied. As she turned around, I was very surprised to see that her unflexed arms were quite muscular, with well defined biceps and forearms. I went over to see how heavy the box was, and sure enough, I could barely lift it up to my waist, and I was dumbfounded as to how she carried the box from the true armwrestling story continued 05/04/97 15:21 from Anon I was dumbfounded as to how she lifter the heavy box all the way from the car to the back shed. After she was done, she walked over to me and said she was ready to lift weights. I asked her if she needeed to rest after carrying those heavy boxes, and she said no they weren't heavy at all. Knowing she was pretty strong, I said to start curling the 10-lb. weight. She easily did 3 sets of 20 reps, which was impressive. Then, without asking, she picked up the 20-lb. weight and started doing 2 sets of 20 reps followed by one set of 30 reps to show she wasn't tired at all. She then went to the 25 lb.weight, and said "I bet I can do more than you" . "That's impossible", I replied. "You're arms have to be dead tired by now. " She started out really slowly, saying "this is really heavy". After the third rep, she acted like she was ready to quit, and then she did 15 more reps faster than I had ever curled one. She then said she wanted to do the pulldowns, and asked me how much I can lift. I told her I could do 100 lbs. at the most. She put the weight stack on 120 lbs., and did 5 reps. I was amazed! She was probably pulling down her own body weight! I didn't speak to her again until I was at the dinner table. While eating dinner, my sister asked me,"I bet you five bucks I can beat you in arm wrestling". "Don't make stupid bets like that", my dad said "I know I'm stronger than him", my sister replied. "Do you realize he's a 16 yr. old boy", my dad said "Yeah, and I'm stronger than him" she replied Well, I couldn't chicken out of this bet. My sister asked me which hand to use, and I said left, since I'm a lefty and she's a righty. As she rolled up her sleeve, I true armwrestling story continued again 05/04/97 16:10 from Anon As she rolled up her sleeve, I became more nervous, seeing that her biceps stood out even though she was unflexed . I always thought of her as a tomboy, but I never thought that she could be stronger than me. Our hands came together, and I started pushing with all my strength. I started to feel relieved as I had her about 3/4 of the way down, but then I looked at her arm and I could tell she wasn't trying her hardest. She suddenly tensed up her arm, and she started pushing mine back. Her biceps rose higher than mine, her forearms grew, and she pushed my stronger arm down with her weaker arm in about five seconds. Instead of feeling ashamed, I was amazed at her strength. I was a 16 year old boy stronger than half my grade, and I got soundly defeated by an eleven year old girl. For about a year, her growth spurt kept going, and she probably weighed almost as much as me. We kept armwrestling, and she kept beating me easier every time. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She would gladly carry anything too heavy for me, and we made a lot of money by betting my friends that she could beat them in armwrestling.(She was 10-1, I think). When she was 12 and 1/2, she was almost as tall as me at 5'8 and weighed about 145 lbs. She had size 11 feet and I had size 10. Even though I worked out twice as much as her, she kept beating me. It even took my dad about 2 minutes to beat mer, and my dad is 5'7 and 180 lbs. of muscle. If anyone has anymore true stories to share with me ? RE: true armwrestling story continued again 05/09/97 18:52 from Anon My sister is now about 5'10 or 5'11 and is around 13 1/2 years old. I don't know her weight but she is probably stronger. Shes been lifting weights and runs track and plays basketball for a highschool. She's not bulky looking but she's solid muscle. She said she beat a senior football player in armwrestling and she's thinking about trying out for football. I don't visit home much because i am away at college. I'll keep you posted. RE: armwrestling in movies and TV 05/20/97 23:42 from country . One of the better ones I have seen - years ago - is in the movie "Viking Women and The Sea Serpent". I believe the woman armwrestling is Abby Dalton. She was actress type slim, but showed a very healthy bicep as she supposedly beat her male opponent. The movie, rights or whatever you want to call it was bought by Turner Classics and showed up once on t.v. Unfortunately I didn't catch the single showing until after it had run on cable. Been looking for it ever since. Definitely a must see as the woman looked strong then and I can assume still does. "country" Internet Meeting II 05/21/97 17:51 from Anon After over two months from the date I last met this woman who I have mentioned here previously, I have finally met her once again. To make a long story short, I beat her again... but not every time. She may have only won once and that was by taking me by surprise, but once she got the edge on me, there was nothing I could do but let my hand unwilling be pushed toward the table. The weight lifting she has been doing over the past two months has definitely have her stronger and her biceps were definitely larger than before... not to montion her forearms which were even more impressive than last time. As another way to test her strength, I asked her to lift me in her arms... with a little persuation, she did just that and held me there for a good 15 to 20 seconds before finally having to let me down... incidentally, I weight about 165lbs. When we were about to part ways, she said that she was going to keep lifting and thought that the next time might bring a change in the victor. She also said she would like to test her leg strength against mine because that is where she thought she was the strongest. She then flexed her calves and I then proceeded to place my hands on the largest claf muscles I have ever came across in my life!!! I don't think I can win a test of strength in that area (or ever offer her a challenge), but it will be fun trying. I'll keep you posted on the future events gym lesson 05/27/97 14:24 from chris After our first gym-lesson at the college. I had the idea to challenge my teacher to an armwrestling match. She was 24 years old and I was 18 years old. After all the other students left the gym- room I asked her to armwrestle. To my surprise she said yes. We wemt to her locker-room and she sat to a table and wear of her t-shirt. I saw her nice bicep and thaught that it was hard to win for me. After 3 min I had her hand on the table and win. This was very great for me. Then she asked me for a revanche, but in legwrestling. I said yes and thaugt it would be easy to win. But after I saw her big muscular leg I knew that I would have no chance to win. After 10 seconds she win easy. Now she wants more. She asked me if I would wrestle against here. I took this great chance and said yes. It was a failure. She dominated me nearly half an hour. I had no chance to win only one pin. She was really to strong for me. This was the nicest hour I ever had in my life. Lisa 05/28/97 19:01 from delew Before I begin, let me just say "Thanks, Diana". I appreciate the opportunity you have given us to share our feelings and experiences with others with similar interests. Thanks for the forum. Before I tell you about one of my favorite matches, I'd like to give you a little background. I'm 43 years old, and weigh about 160 pounds, standing about 5 feet 7 1/2 inches tall. I've had an inter-gender armwrestling hobby for just over 20 years now, and have participated in well over a hundred matches with a little over 40 different women during that time. It's kind of interesting--I've beaten football players and wrestlers that were much bigger, but have also lost to some very pretty, very petite girls. Although I had armwrestled several women before, Lisa was the first to knock my socks off. I met her when she was 15 years old, and I was 22. I stopped by a friend's house to pick him up for a ball game, and while I was waiting for him to get ready, this absolutely gorgeous girl came out of her bedroom wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt. It was his sister, Lisa, who was at home with the flu that day, and had just woke up. Obviously, she didn't know that he had company, and looked kind of startled to see me. My eyes immediately went to her legs--she had the best calves that I had ever seen, and thighs that drew sighs. Her hair was medium to dark brown, falling below the waist. She stood about 5' 4", and weighed in at a mighty 105 pounds. I had never seen a physical specimen any more gorgeous than the 15 year old standing before me. Obviously, there was no chance of anything between us. I was 22, she was 15; she had a boyfriend that she was serious about, and she was the sister of a good friend. So, I put her out of my mind (at least as best I could). A few months went by, and my friend decided to get married. He asked me to be the best man, and guess who was the maid of honor? Needless to say, Lisa was once again, breathtakingly beautiful. Her boyfriend accompanied her to the wedding, but when it came time for the wedding pictures, after the bride and groom kissed for the camera, Lisa suggested that the best man and the maid of honor do the same. I felt weird about it, because her boyfriend was present, and there was still the age difference, but my friend thought that it would make a good wedding memory, so the next thing I knew, we were passionately kissing. To be blunt, it was the best kiss of my life (at least up to that point). Of course, that did nothing to help me forget my attraction to Lisa. On the contrary, from that day on, she was my fantasy girl-- the girl you dream of having, but know that it will more than likely never happen. A few weeks passed. I turned 23, and Lisa turned 16. My friend told me that Lisa and her boyfriend were having serious problems, and that now would be a good time to ask her out. To put it bluntly, I was shocked. She still lived at home, and there was no way that I could imagine her parents letting her go out with a guy already out of college-she was just a junior in high school. In addition to that, I had fantasized her to be way out of my league, and didn't think that she would be interested anyway. Being a gentleman (don't laugh, I'm serious), I said that I would only ask her out if it were ok with her parents. Suprisingly, they were crazy about the idea. So, a couple of nights later, I summoned all the courage I had, and asked her out on a date. Again, surprisingly, she agreed. We went to an NBA game on New Years Eve. I thought that she would hate it, but she surprised me both with her enthusiasm and her knowledge of the game. I had thought her to be something of a princess, but now I saw a tomboy streak in her that I didn't know had existed. This made her even more appealing to me, if that were possible. I commented on that on the way home. She informed me that she was very athletic, being into (playing) football, basketball, tennis, roller skating, and several other sports. She even told me that sometimes, when she and her former boyfriend were playfully wrestling around, she was able to get the upper hand and made him give up. To tell the truth, I had a really hard time believing that. I knew the boyfriend, and he stood around six foot tall, and weighed around 180. By my math, that made him 8 inches taller, and around 75 pounds heavier than Lisa. At best, I figured that he just let her win. Still, I pretended to believe her, and said something like, "Wow, you're a lot stronger than you look. We'll have to armwrestle sometime". She said sure, then we changed the subject back to the ball game we had just seen. I dropped her off, and asked her out for a second date. She agreed to go out a few nights later. This time we went to dinner and a movie. At the end of the date, she told me that her parents were already in bed for the evening, and invited me in. "After all, we have an armwrestling match to settle," she said with a grin. OK, if I wasn't head-over-heels in love (or was it lust?) before, I certainly was now. We went into the family room, and there was a large footstool that Lisa moved out to the middle of the floor. She got on her knees on one side, placing her right arm on top, motioning for me to do the same. I had a much longer arm, so we had to back up our elbows to clasp our hands into position. I was thin, at the time weighing about 145 pounds, but even at that, I outweighed her by around 40 pounds, my arm was longer (so I had more leverage), I was a male (so I was certainly stronger than this girl), and I had previously beaten much larger guys at armwrestling, so I really didn't think that I would have any trouble winning this match. I told Lisa to start us, and, right away, I took the advantage. I didn't want to embarass her (right!), so I very slowly increased the pressure. At first, there was some resistance, but as I pushed harder, I saw her arm start descending toward the footstool. When I had pushed her arm to within a few inches of defeat, I hesitated, and looked into those gorgeous brown eyes. She just smiled, and suddenly, I felt my arm retreating. Somehow, she had kept some power in reserve, and was waiting for an opening. Still, even though she had surprised me, I still was on top, and I was a "stronger male". I increased the pressure, fully expecting to force her arm back down to the footstool, but all I succeeded in doing was to delay her advance. After a moment's hesitation, once again my arm was going backwards to the neutral position. Soon we were there. Despite having the match all but won, and despite having the weight advantage, the height advantage, the experience advantage, and the leverage advantage, we were right back where we started. We struggled there for a few seconds, and, still, I thought that I had enough in reserve to win. However, after Lisa had caught her breath, once again, she started forcing my arm backwards. For the first time in the match, I was in a defensive position, and was losing ground quickly. Somehow, I came up with enough strength to stop her from slamming my arm on the footstool, but no matter how much I tried, I could do nothing to advance my arm. After several seconds of being in this very uncomfortable position, I asked her if she would consider a draw. At first she said no, but after another 10 seconds or so of struggle, she finally agreed. She and I remember the size of her advantage differently. She says that I was just and inch or two from defeat, and I remember it being more like five or six inches. Still, the fact was that she had come back from a major disadvantage, and had managed to all but beat me. She said that she was just as strong left-handed, which more than spooked me a little. Still, this gorgeous, petite amazon also excited me, and I couldn't wait to try a left handed match (even though I knew that there was every chance that I might lose). We locked up on the footstool once more, and this time, I gave it everything I had from the word go. I pushed with all of my might, and she just held me there. I grabbed the footstool with my free hand to get extra leverage, and she just held me there. I even leaned into the match, trying to bring my shoulder muscles into play, and, again, she just held me there. For over one minute, we held each other motionless, and when it felt as though I could take it no more, I again asked if she would quit the match as a draw. This time, she agreed right away. I was blown away! At this point in my life, I had never even come close to being beaten by a woman, let alone a sixteen year old, 105 pound girl! I told a couple of friends about it, and they had a great time making fun of me. So, in a last ditch effort to keep some macho pride, I let them know that just because Lisa might be able to beat me, that didn't mean that they could. To make a long story short, one of the guys was Lisa's six foot four brother, who weighed close to 200 pounds, and the other was my former college roomate, who at 5 feet 10 inches, weighed around 185. I beat them both rather easily. Of course, I told Lisa about it on our next date, and she just laughed. We dated for several years, and even was engaged at one point. We had dozens of rematches over the years, and I did wind up beating her on occasion right handed. On the other hand (pun intended), she was able to beat me left-handed on occasion. Still, the vast majority of our matches were draws. Towards the end of our relationship, she decided to try another test of strength. We were out dancing with her parents, and, during a break, we sat down at a table near the dance floor. I sat on her right, so my left arm was next to her right one. I reached out to hold hands with her, clasping her right hand in my left. She got an evil grin on her face, and started hitting me with my own hand. Of course, I resisted, and tried to return the favor, only to find out that I couldn't--her right arm was definitely stronger than my left one. When she tired of bruising me with my own hand, she then pinned my hand to her leg, daring me to pull free. Again, I tried, and was unsuccessful. Finally, I reached over with my free hand and pried my trapped one loose from her grip. At the time of that incident, she was a senior in college. After graduation, her job took her to a different part of the state. We grew apart, and life has been tough on her. Over the years, she has lost a lot of her self-confidence and her old competitiveness. I've asked her for a rematch, just for old times' sake, but she won't even consider it. We still keep in touch, but she's not the same girl that I fell in love with (Of course, I've changed, too-- unfortunately, we just don't have that old spark between us). Still, I have those tremendous memories... If you would like to hear about any of my other inter-gender matchups, leave a note on the board and I'll respond. If there isn't any interest, then no harm, no foul. Angie 06/03/97 13:02 from delew This is for ? and Greg, who wanted to hear more. The last time, I told you about Lisa, my earliest, competitive inter-gender armwrestling match. Today, I would like to tell you about my most recent one. Last year, I bowled in a summer league. Angie was a bowler on one of the opposing teams. She was just barely out of her teens, having just turned 20 years old, and was very cute. She had shoulder length brown hair, and was approximately five feet, six inches tall. She had almost no body fat, weighing only 108 pounds. The last night of summer league, Angie wore a sleeveless T-shirt, showing off some amazing biceps on a girl that thin. It was probably her low percentage of body fat that made her arms look so great, but, in any event, I was impressed. I commented on her great arms, and asked if she worked out regularly. She said no, but her work kept her in pretty good shape. In addition, she did pushups occasionally, just to see how strong she was, and could do 20 to 30 at a time, strict military style. I was pretty impressed, so I asked her if she ever arm wrestled. She said yes, but not since high school. So, of course, I asked her to arm wrestle with me. She replied that she would, but she wanted a chance to exercise for a few weeks first. I was taller, and a little over 60 pounds heavier at the time, and she wanted to prepare a little first. We were to be teammates in the fall and winter league, so she said that we would have our match before that season ended. I didn't push, but I did remind her a couple of times during the season. She said that she wasn't quite ready, but she would be by the end of the season. The week before the end, I reminded her, and she agreed to have our match the following week. Monday, April 14, 1997, was our last night. I reminded her again, and she just smiled and said to wait until we were finished bowling. Interestingly enough, at the next lane over, a beautiful brunette and her boyfriend started arm wrestling at the next table. For several seconds they were stalemated, but after about 10 seconds into the match, she gave in to his much larger size. She was about 5 feet 8 inches tall, and weighed a well-proportioned 130 to 140, but he was well over six feet tall with a muscular, athletic build. Considering the disparity, she represented herself very well. I noticed her massaging her arm, having over- exerted herself in the contest with her boyfriend, and her arm was pretty vascular, which nearly always means that there is some power in the arm. Unfortunately, I couldn't see the bicep because her sleeves covered that part of her arm. Still, I'll be watching for her this fall, when we resume that league. Anyway, back to Angie...after we had finished our bowling for the night, and the crowd thinned out, we found our way to a clear table. As we placed our right arms on the table, Angie pushed up her sleeve to show off her arm. It was even more incredible than I remembered! I'm not sure if she wanted to intimidate or impress me, but it did a little of both. We eased into the match, testing each other, but quickly accelerated, and peaked about 10 seconds into the match. I was determined not to lose, in case any of our friends were watching, and I went for the kill. I gave it everything I had, trying to push this tiny girl's arm forward. I moved her arm about a tenth of an inch. For another 10 to 15 seconds we pushed with everything we had, but neither of us could budge the other. I did notice her holding on to the tabletop with her free hand to get a little leverage, so I did the same. It didn't make any difference. We went nowhere, and after a few seconds, Angie pulled out of the grip with no objection from me. I can't begin to describe the frustration or the exhilaration. Here was a girl, 23 years younger, and weighing over 60 pounds less, and I was pushing with everything I had, and got absolutely nowhwere. Of course, we had to try left handed. Much the same happened; we eased into the match, and soon I was pushing as hard as I could, and we were still locked dead center. Frustrated, I admitted to Angie that I was giving it everything I had, and if she had anything in reserve, she had me. She said "I don't know, I might have a little left", and I felt my arm move back about two inches. But after that initial surge, we settled back into our stalemate, and eventually, we again just pulled out again. Obviously, we were very evenly matched in both our right and left arms. My feeling is that if we had gone on to a finish, I probably would have worn her down right handed, while she probably would have done the same left handed. I may never know for sure. If she comes back next year, she's agreed to a series of rematches. But she's also considering moving away this summer, so I'll just have to wait and see. Tasha 06/03/97 15:49 from delew One warm day in December of last year, I drove to a nearby city for some supplies, and stopped by my favorite mini-mart to gas up my car. I recognized the girl working from my previous visits. I had previously noticed that she was very pretty. You tend to notice long-haired, 23 year-old blondes with a great smile. In addition, she stood about 5 feet six, and weighed about 118 pounds. On this day, however, I noticed that she was wearing a short-sleeve top (which, obviously, was kind of unusual for a December day in the Midwest US). I remarked to her that she had great-looking arms (which she did-they were toned). She actually blushed, and thanked me for the compliment. I paid for my purchase, and left. On my next trip to town, I stopped by again. I was glad to see that she was working again, and when I went in to pay for my gas, I greeted her "Hi, muscles, how are you today?". She laughed, and we made small talk for a few minutes before I left. On the next trip, I graduated my greeting to "Hi, gorgeous", and still she smiled and talked for a while. In mid-January, once again she was wearing that short sleeved shirt that showed off those toned arms, and I couldn't resist. I greeted her with "Hi, gorgeous, love those arms. Ready to armwrestle?" She laughed, and asked me if I were serious. Of course, I said I was. She agreed to the match, but not right away. It had been awhile since she had worked out, and wanted to get a little more in shape. I said that I couldn't imagine her in any better shape than she was already in, but that was ok with me. Then she told me that she had already beaten another guy at armwrestling! I figured that it was a younger brother or something, but it was a friend of hers. He weighed about the same as she, but was a couple of inches taller, and a little older. She just pretty much overpowered him! Just then, the phone rang, and she got caught up in business, so I waved goodbye and left, really looking forward to our next visit. I stopped in a few days later, but someone else was working. Finally, on February 1st, I stopped by again to get gas, and Tasha waved to me from the window. Since she hadn't done that before, I took that to be a good sign. However, there were several cars at the mini-mart when I pulled in, so I knew she was really busy. Still, the van in front of me took forever, so by the time he finished and moved out of my way, and I pumped my gas, all of the other cars had gone, leaving us alone. I went in to pay, and asked if she had started "pumping the iron" yet. She said that she hadn't had time, but if I really wanted to armwrestle her, she would. Of course, I jumped at the chance. To be totally truthful, I was hoping to have the match on a day when she was wearing a sleeveless top, so I could watch those beautiful arms at work, and on this day, she was wearing a bulky sweatshirt, but I've never turned down a chance to armwrestle an attractive woman, and I wasn't about to start now. I asked her which arm she preferred, and she said that she really didn't care. She did think that she was a little stronger right handed. Then she sort of meekly apologized in advance for not giving me a good match, thinking she was out of shape, and that I would probably blow her away. I told her that, judging from what I had seen of her arms, I thought that she was in a lot better shape than she thought. By that time, we were in position, our right hands clasped together in the center position, and I asked Tasha to start us. She gradually eased into the match, which is the way I prefer to do it, and, truthfully, she was even stronger than I anticipated. At first she was very tentative, alternately pushing and easing up, as though she were afraid to let loose. Still, some of the pushing spurts showed a lot of power, and definitely put her in my ballpark, strength-wise. I just tried to match her until she settled down, which she did 10 or 15 seconds into the match. I think that she was just testing to make sure that I wasn't one of those guys that tries to slam their opponents arm into the table in two or three seconds. When she realized that I was serious, she followed suit. That's when the match really started. Our hands actually shook from the strain, but neither of us gained any significant advantage. About 20 seconds into the match, I felt her increase the pressure, and my arm went back about an inch off center. I managed to stop her at that point, but before I could see if I had enough to reverse, she pulled out of the grip, saying that was all she had. I asked about a left-handed match, and she quickly agreed. She placed her arm on the counter, and, once again, I let her start us and set the pace. Again, she very slowly increased the pressure until I realized that I had reached my maximum. Again, our arms were quivering from the strain, and, at about twenty seconds into the match, I found my arm slowly losing ground. When my arm was halfway to defeat, I felt her weaken a little, and I managed to hold her for several seconds at that plateau. I got kind of a burst of adrenalin, and actually managed to move her arm slightly, but I opened my mouth and said something about what a big lead she had. Up to that point, she had been concentrating so much, she had her head tucked down, and didn't even realize that she was ahead. When she looked up and saw where she was, she got a burst of adrenalin, also. So, she stopped my recovery before it even got started. Again, we were frozen in position, but, this time, my arm was frozen halfway to defeat. For several seconds we held this position. Another customer pulled up and started walking to the door, and as I looked up, I felt the back of my hand hit the counter top. She had beaten me! She smiled and said something about my "letting her win", probably to save my fragile male ego, and I assured her that I'm too competitive to throw a match, no matter how pretty and charming the opponent. I did admit that I had been distracted by the customer, but also admitted that she had such a lead it probably wouldn't have made a difference. Still, she agreed to a rematch, so there was hope for another day. The Rematch. That "other day" was three weeks later to the day, Saturday, February 22nd. By this time, I knew Tasha's schedule, so I knew that she would be working, and I need gas for my car. When I arrived, I was surprised to see that the lot was empty. As I was pumping my gas, she saw me through the window and waved. I finished with the gas, and went in to pay. After a few seconds of small talk, I asked if she were ready for our rematch. She said that she still thought that I had let her win last time. I replied that there was no way, and I was out for revenge. She laughed, and said sure. Then she asked which arm. I said, "Why not both?", and she agreed. I placed my right arm on the counter, thinking that I had a better chance of winning with that arm, and she placed her hand in mine. Again, I asked her to start. She was much less tentative this time, starting out a little stronger and a little faster than the last time, and within a short time we were going full force. Like the last time, our hands were quivering from the strain, but neither of us could seem to get an advantage. While we were struggling, I could see her bicep pulling against the fabric of her blouse. She was really getting into it! After about 30 excruciating seconds, I asked for the draw. The first time, it had been she who pulled out, this time I was the one. That was a little unnerving. She hesitated, then agreed, saying that we weren't getting anywhere, anyway. We locked up left handed, and for the first 15 to 20 seconds, it looked like a repeat of our right handed match. However, as she did the last left handed match, Tasha slowly started moving my arm back- -first a quarter of an inch, then a half, then an inch, then two. Unlike the first time, however, she knew exactly where she was, and once on top, she kept up enough pressure to meet my every challenge. Finally, about 45 seconds into the match, after one last unsuccessful move, I relaxed just a fraction and she put me down for the count. Again, I complimented her on her strength. Even though she was well toned, she certainly didn't look strong enough to overpower a 165 pound male, but she certainly was. She thanked me again for the compliment, then said any time I wanted another rematch, it was ok with her. Round Three April 3rd was a beautiful day. I dropped the top on my convertable, and took off for a nice relaxing drive. Of course, I needed to get gas, so I paid another visit to Tasha. After the initial small talk, I asked if she were ready for Round Three. She laughed, and said sure. We locked up right handed, and again were locked dead center. We stayed there for around twenty seconds, when a customer came in and we had to break the hold. After she left, we locked up again, and this time, we went a little longer, maybe 30 seconds before another customer came in and we broke it off. This one caught us in the act, and shook his head like we were crazy. We waited until he left, and tried one last time. This time, I was determined to at least win one, and I jumped in with everything I had from the very start, holding back absolutely nothing. Again, she matched me, and we were locked dead center again for at least 20 seconds. At least I knew that I was making her work, as I heard her whisper "Oh, God" under her breath. Finally, another customer came in and we had to pull out again. And I still hadn't budged her arm from center. We waited until the coast was clear, and moved on to our left arms (both of us had sore right arms by this time). This looked like another repeat, as we started out dead even for almost 30 seconds this time--I think I held on a little longer than usual--before Tasha outlasted me and once again started the process of slowly pushing me back to another defeat. By the 40 second mark, I was again half the distance to the table, and was still pushing with everything I had. I even noticed that I had subconciously grabbed the countertop with my free hand, trying to get some additional leverage, but to no avail. As it looked like I was headed to another certain defeat, another customer pulled up, and Tasha broke the hold, planning to continue later. I was relieved to say the least. At least now we would start out dead even again, instead of my having to battle back from certain defeat. However, the mini-mart got extrememely busy, and Tasha finally decided that maybe we should try again another day. I've seen her six or seven times since then, but every time she's been busy. We will have another match one day soon. It's funny, I don't really care whether or not I ever win, I just enjoy the competition. Again, I have several more close encounters that I can relay to the group. If anyone out there is interested, post it to the message board, or email me. I enjoy reliving these matches, so if anyone else wants to hear, please let me know. Tasha, Round 4 06/03/97 20:06 from delew I posted my story on Tasha a few hours too soon. I was in the city tonight to bowl in summer league, and, just on a lark, I drove past the mini-mart. Tasha normally does not work on Monday nights, but, for some reason, she was re-scheduled and was on duty tonight. There was only one car at the mini-mart, so I knew that she wasn't too busy. Since she was fresh on my mind from my earlier posting, I decided to stop and see about that rematch she promised. We made small talk again for a few minutes, and I asked if she were up for another round of my favorite pastime. She quickly agreed, but also let me know that she was just getting over a bad cold, so she probably was pretty weak tonight. I kind of smiled and said, "Good, that means I might have a chance tonight." She laughed, and placed her right arm on the countertop. I did the same. I noticed right away that her hand was hot to the touch. I asked if she had a fever, and she said that she wasn't sure. She was really warm, but the air conditioning was broke, so she just thought it was the temperature in the store. We just sort of held hands for about 10 seconds, waiting for the other to start. Finally, I told her to go ahead. We struggled briefly, I would guess for about 10 seconds, and I was getting nowhere. Suddenly, for the first time in any of our matches, I felt her weakening, and her arm started going back towards the countertop. As her arm was descending, she said that she was just too weak tonight. I assumed she meant that she was quitting, and slacked off just a bit. The moment I did, she froze her arm into place, and we were stuck, with her arm half the distance to the table. This went on for another 4 to 5 seconds, our arms started shaking, and this sick little girl started reversing my advantage! Soon we were once again locked dead center. Tasha's face was bright red from the exertion, and a big smile came across her face when her eyes met mine. We held each other motionless for another few seconds, then Tasha pulled out of the grip, saying she was too weak to finish. I couldn't believe that I had let this huge advantage get away, and that, even sick, she had enough strength to hold me off. Of course, we did the usual left handed match, too. This time, I did manage to keep her from beating me again, but we had 45 seconds of uninterrupted stalemate before she finally pulled out of the grip. I'd like to say that I eased up on her because she had been ill, but that wasn't really the case. For that whole 45 second-match, I was trying to at least get an advantage on her. Instead, we stayed frozen dead center the entire time. She was totally spent, my arms were sore, and another customer pulled up outside, so I decided to give us a break, and try again another day. She said to stop by anytime. She gets kind of bored on the job sometimes, and our armwrestling gives her a break in the monotany. Actually, I think she enjoys this as much as I do. God, I wish this woman was available... More to come later. DWW Armwrestling Tournament 06/04/97 09:00 from delew There are several posters who seem to think that, all things being equal, an average guy would beat an average girl at armwrestling. To be truthful, in my matches with "average" women, I have found that to be true. But, there are many women (or girls) with above-average athleticism that would surprise many of us average guys. Danube Women's Wrestling decided to have a tournament at a junior high school in Germany, in which both the boys and the girls competed without regard to gender, depending on the luck of the draw. Winners would advance to the next bracket, while the losers had a second chance by defeating another of the loser's bracket. To make a long story short, it was indeed a male who won the tournament. However, of the top 8 finishers, he was the only male. The second through the eighth spots were all won by girls. The obvious conclusion is that while an above-average male may be able to defeat an above-average female, once you get beyond the best, down to the average person, it makes little difference. Interestingly enough, DWW also had a girls-only high school armwrestling tournament, and at the end, the top 8 finishers of that tournament took on the top 8 of the junior high tournament. The male champion from junior high was soundly defeated by a female a couple of years older. She was taller, but their weight was very similar. BTW, both of these tapes also featured leg wrestling, and the boy that won the junior high armwrestling lost the leg wrestling to a smaller girl, that, if I remember correctly, was a year younger than he was. Obviously, that tournament was won by a girl. Again, that same guy was the only male in the top 8. If you are a fan of women's or inter-gender armwrestling, these tapes are the best I've seen (and I've seen quite a few). These were just average kids from high school and junior high, that were participating in these tournaments as part of their physical education class. So, some of the kids were atheletes, and some weren't. Viewing these tapes might change some of your opinions as to the difference in strength levels of the average male and the average female. For those interested, the tapes are EU-20 for the junior high, m/f tournament, and EU-21 for the senior high girls-only tournament and overall championships. DWW does have a web site, but I don't remember the URL. I used Hotbot to find their site, but I'm sure Alta Vista or the others would work just as well. Till next time... Michelle 06/08/97 16:40 from delew About seven years ago, there was a waitress at a local fast food restaurant that I frequent. Her name was Michelle. She had dark brown, beyond shoulder length hair, an extremely dark tan, and one of the most beautiful smiles that I have ever seen. At about 5 feet, 3 inches tall, she weighed somewhere between 105 and 110 pounds. Several times when I ran into her around town, she was wearing cut-off type tops, and I noticed that she had extremely flat abs. This was sort of unusual because, at 19 years old, she had already had two kids. But you couldn't tell by looking at her mid-section. But it was her biceps that really caught my eye. Although she was nowhere near a bodybuilder's category, she could have won a few of the local fitness competitions that I've seen since. In addition to being extremely beautiful and extremely fit, she was one of the nicest people I had ever met. As a regular where she worked, I became a familiar face to her. She confided in me that she needed a better (higher- paying) job than what she had. My employer and I were working on a plan where he could retire, and I could buy the business from him. Since I needed an administrative assistant anyway, I asked Michelle if she would be interested. She accepted, and a couple of months later, when I took over the business, she came to work for me. The office building that I purchased was an old home that had been converted into an office. The furnishings came with the building, and some were pretty antique (in the old, not in the valuable sense). One file cabinet in particular was a real pain to get in and out of. The drawer by itself was heavy, being made of solid steel, 14 inches wide, and 2 1/2 feet deep. But this drawer wasn't empty, it was stuffed full of client files, probably weighing around 75 pounds. In addition, there were no casters on the drawer, so it had to be opened by sheer strength and force of will. To make matters worse, this was the top drawer in a five foot tall cabinet, so a short person would not have a lot of leverage to use against that thing. I had a difficult time with it myself, and, at the time I weighed between 150 and 155 pounds; some 40 pounds more than Michelle. Also, I was several inches taller, so I instructed Michelle that if she had any files to go into or out of that cabinet, to call on me for assistance. On her second day on the job, I saw her heading for the cabinet. I was busy at the time, and told her to wait a couple of minutes for my help. She said that she didn't need any help, and proceeded to open the drawer as easily as I could have. This surprised me, as the drawer probably weighed close to 75% of her bodyweight, and, at her height, she was pulling at face level--not a real good position for leverage. When I commented on my surprise, she just said that she was pretty strong, and then struck an unbelievable double bicep pose. Unflexed, her arms were impressive. Flexed, she was awesome. I figured that she must spend several hours in the gym each week, but she said that she didn't work out at all--she was just born naturally strong. Of course, I asked if she ever armwrestled, and she said that she hadn't since she was a kid, but she would take me on. We went to my desk, and sat directly across from each other, clasping our right hands in the usual position. Because of my arm being longer, I had a pretty significant leverage advantage, in addition to being taller and 40 to 50 pounds heavier. So, I really didn't think it would be much of a contest, no matter how fit she looked. As usual, I let my opponent start us, and we gradually eased into the match. I figured that I would simply match her until she peaked, then see how long she would hold on before giving up. When I'm armwrestling with a girl that I find attractive, I tend to do that, even when I know I have the match under control. That way, I can gauge my opponent's will to win, and her spirit. The longer they hold on, the more I'm attracted to and respect them. Anyway, we were locked dead center. At first Michelle didn't increase the pressure, waiting for me to take the lead, so I obliged, slowing pushing harder each second. As I did, she followed suit, matching me each step of the way. Soon, I realized that I was running out of steam, and thought that maybe I shouldn't play around this time. I summoned all of the strength I had left, and put it into one huge push. This slammed her arm back--about one inch. I had barely moved her! Then slowly, and with apparently great effort, Michelle moved my arm back to the center position. I was still pushing with everything I had, and she had reversed me! Once at center, we were again locked in a stalemate. We kept this up for some time--I can't say for how long, as I was concentrating too much not to lose. She refused to budge, but she didn't seem to be able to advance her arm, either. If she was working as hard as I was, she had to be exhausted. Finally, when I felt that my arm would give out completely, I asked if she would settle for a draw. She agreed, and seemed as spent as I was. We went directly into a left handed match, and this time, I wasn't playing around. I didn't ease into it, I exploded into it, trying to take a quick lead. Instead, I again moved her arm back a short distance, which she again stopped and reversed. We were locked up at center for another 20 seconds or so, and I knew that I was going nowhere (except possibly the wrong direction), so I again asked for and got the draw. During the time she worked for me, we must have had twenty matches each arm. I was never able to beat her, or gain any significant advantage, and she was either unwilling or unable to put me away. I always got the feeling that, right-handed, if we had gone to a finish, it could have gone either way. I could feel her struggling as hard as I was. However, left-handed, I got the distinct impression that she was just holding me in place, much like a father does when armwrestling with a young son. Maybe she was testing my competitiveness and spirit, giving me at taste of my own medicine. She quit her job, got married, and moved to another town. The last I heard, she was doing very well as an exotic dancer. Wonder if she'll armwrestle in place of a table dance? Later... A Rose by any other name (would armwrestle just as well). 06/08/97 19:38 from delew Thanks, Greg, and the anonymous poster(s)... This is a posting about two girls named Rose, that I met and armwrestled with during the same time frame (1982 through 1985). Rose # 1. Around fifteen years ago, I found myself between jobs. While looking, I went back to school for a refresher course. While there, I met and armwrestled with several women. Today, I would like to tell you about my first such experience, with Rose # 1. I noticed Rose right away. When she walked into the classroom, I saw that she had waist-length black hair, and was very short; probably standing only about 4 feet ten or eleven. She was very petite, probably not even weighing a hundred pounds, and was also very pretty. I noticed a couple of things about her that was unusual--the first was that she was quite a bit older than the rest of the girls (close to my age, in fact), and the second was that her hands were larger than usual. In fact, it appeared that her hands were as large or larger than mine. (Maybe that's why she was so good at armwrestling). In any event, I spoke to her, introduced myself, and then went back to the project that I was working on. A couple of days later, Rose came in wearing a tank top that was very form-fitting. Of course, being sleeveless, it also revealed some great-looking arms. In fact, up to this point in my life, they were the best biceps that I had seen on a woman (I hadn't yet met Michelle). The biceps weren't buff, like a bodybuiler's, but they were large, much larger than a woman that size should have. I had to mention those great arms. She smiled, and said that she had always been naturally strong, and was able to beat both her father and brother at armwrestling. Now, I didn't know how large her father and brother were, but I couldn't let that remark go unchallenged. I said that she would have to prove it to me. She said she would one day soon; she would have to practice on her father and brother to see if she still had what it takes. A couple of times, I reminded her of her promise, but she seemed hesitant to follow through. We had become friends, and one evening after school, a few of us were going out for an after school drink. There was a lounge that catered to the college crowd, and several of us would go regularly. Rose joined us on one particular evening, and, after she had downed a couple of mixed drinks, she was ready to armwrestle. She had armwrestled with her father and brother, and was still able to beat them both, so she was ready for our match. Unfortunately, I wasn't. I prefer a match to be private, with as few onlookers as possible. This night, there were several people from school watching, and the bar was crowded with strangers. My "friends" from school shamed me into it, so Rose and I locked up right handed on the table. I have to add that there were four of us at the table, and Rose and I were sitting side by side, so there was no way to have an equal, unleveraged match. The leverage, in addition to a tremendous height and weight advantage, was in my favor. One of our friends started us, and for nearly 90 seconds we were locked dead center. My arm was longer, I was much heavier, and the leverage from our positioning was in my favor, and I couldn't move her. Finally, she exhausted herself, and I pinned her arm to the table. She was extremely disappointed, as she really thought that she would beat me. (Of course, in a fair and equal match, she might have). The other male at the table challenged her. He was actually bigger than I was, and was also very athletic. He played football in high school, and did some part time construction work, so he was pretty strong. I would say that he was around 5 feet 10, and weighed in at a fairly muscular 180 pounds. He was sitting directly across from Rose, so at least there was no unfair leverage advantage as there had been in my match. Even after exhausting herself for a minute and a half in her match with me, she still held him motionless for nearly 30 seconds more before finally giving in (btw, this guy could have beaten me in less than 10 seconds, I'm sure). After losing her second match, she decided to "retire" from armwrestling. Several times after that day, I tried to get her to re-consider, even admitting that I had an unfair positioning advantage, but to no avail. We remained close friends for several months, but I was never able to get her to reconsider. Still, several girls at the college heard about my "public" match with Rose, so, for the next several months I got way more than my share of armwrestling action. I'll write about a couple of the best ones at a later date... Rose # 2 I met the other Rose a year or so later. This Rose was a clerk at a bookstore that I used to frequent. Another girl that worked there told Rose that she was "training" for a match with me (which, btw, never came off), and Rose asked me about it. I admitted that I had challenged the other girl, but that we hadn't had the match yet. Rose asked if I wanted to "practice" on her, and, of course, I never say no to an opportunity. Rose stood around 5 feet 5, and weighed in somewhere around 120 to 125 pounds. She had shoulder length light brown hair and blue eyes, and was around 23 years old. At the time, I probably weighed between 150 and 160 pounds, and was around 30 years old. Anyway, there was a long counter next to the cash register, so we stood on opposite sides and clasped our right hands together. I asked her to start, and was expecting her to ease into the match. Instead, she started out very strong, surprising me, and pushing my arm back about 4 inches. We stayed in that position for about 15 seconds, then Rose pulled out. I asked why she pulled out so soon, when she had that big advantage, and she basically said that it was taking too much effort. We locked up left handed, and this time I was ready for her fast start. Still, she moved back my arm a few inches, then pulled out again. We tried again right handed, and I held her motionless from the start. Again, she pulled out about 10 seconds into the match. Our friendship lasted for several years, and we had many rematches. I found that if I was too competitive early in the match, she always quit, sometimes letting me pin her, other times pulling out. If I held back too much, she would get too much of a lead, and I would find myself pinned to the table. But, still, she was much more competitive when she realized that she might win, so I found myself giving her leads, then trying to come back from them. Sometimes I was successful, more often, I would lose. It's too bad, as I think that Rose was probably strong enough to beat me legitimately. She just didn't have the patience or determination to do so. As time went on, I did gradually reduced the initial lead that I gave her, and it did seem to work, as our matches lasted much longer than at first. But, even towards the end, if she didn't start out with at least a small lead, the match would be over quickly. But, if I gave her as little as a one or two inch "head start", she would hang on much longer, beating me on occasion, but still quitting if she felt it was taking too much energy. Both Rose's are now out of my life. Both were quite strong, and each attractive in their own way. I remember both fondly, and still wish for "just one more rematch". Later... RE: Req: hints for getting armwrestling matches 06/09/97 16:13 from delew Hi, Soc-- I guess that I was one of the guys your were talking about. I have armwrestled with a fairly large number of women, but I'm also quite a bit older than the average guy on this message board. I've been doing the inter-gender armwrestling thing since I was about 17, and I'm now 43, so what seems like a lot of opponents actually average out to about two new opponents per year. I don't think that I do anything that unusual. When I find a girl who has nice muscle-tone, or who I have witnessed lifting a heavy object, or, in some cases, actually witnessed them armwrestling someone else, I just make myself a presence in their life. If I see a checkout girl at the local supermarket lifting a 25 pound bag of dogfood, I'll say something like, "Wow, beautiful and strong. Nice combination." Then, for the next few weeks, everytime I'm in the store I'll check out in her aisle, reminding her of our first conversation by saying something like, "Hi, muscles, been throwing around any 75 pounds of dog food lately?", deliberately exaggerating the weight. She will either look at me as though I'm an idiot (in which case I move on), or she will laugh, and remind me that it wasn't that heavy. If she does the latter, you have an opening to say that it was certainly heavy enough, and that she is really strong for her size. If she accepts that as a compliment, and especially if she agrees with you, then you have a real good possibility for a match. Just don't push. When I have found a girl that seems to be proud of her strength, I just usually say "We'll have to armwrestle sometime" and laugh. If she is not interested, she will say so. On the other hand, if she laughs, or says that if we did armwrestle, she would beat my butt, then I know that I've got a shot. But, again, I never push. I wait until I've seen her a couple of more times, and wait until she's not busy, then say something like, "Hey, muscles, are you ready to beat me at armwrestling?" or alternatively, just "are you ready for our armwrestling match?" By this time, she will have thought it over, and you will get either a "I don't think so", an agreement, or probably a "I don't know, I really hate to lose" or something similar. At that point, I simply back off a while, and a few weeks later, tell her again that I am amazed at how strong she is, and that I can't wait for our match. Above all, don't push. Trying to get a woman to armwrestle before she gets to know you is similar to (but harder than) trying to pick up a strange woman in a bar. You might get it done once in awhile, but you are going to strike out much more often. And, some women just aren't interested, so, no matter how great you think a match would be, if she says no, take it as no. You can always leave it with "If you change your mind, you know where to find me". On the other hand, there are many women that wouldn't have gone out with me on a bet, that did agree to armwrestle. You just never know until you try. Also, don't get discouraged. I estimate that I approach five to ten women just to get one match. Like dating, it's a numbers game. The more you ask, the more you'll get what you want. The above approach is what I used on Tasha, and we have a great armwrestling relationship. But the main thing is to just be low-key about the whole thing. If you are in there drooling over the prospect, odds are the match will never take place. One other thing that I have found that works is bribery. I was a regular at a horse racing OTB a few years ago, and I sat in the same section over and over. The same waitresses served that area continually, so they got to know me fairly well. There were two in particular that would have made great armwrestling prospects. One of them was working on a very busy, very crowded Sunday afternoon. She was delivering an order to a crowd of around 10 people sitting just beyond me. Balanced on her right hand was a large tray with two pitchers of coke and several mixed drinks, and in her left hand were two pitchers of beer (she was gripping both handles with her left hand). After she finished with the group, she came by my table and asked if she could get me anything. "Yes, you can get me your forearms. They've got to me stronger than mine". She admitted to being pretty strong, which is always a good sign. Since I already knew her well, I just went ahead and asked if she ever armwrestled. She had in high school, beating a few of her male classmates, and coming in 2nd in her PE class tournament. Since I knew she liked large tips, I offered her a $20 tip if she were to beat me in a match. She immediately accepted, and we set up a time to meet the next day. In some cases, things just fall into place. I was having lunch at Showbiz Pizza one day, and, as I passed the game room, two college coeds were challenging the armwrestling robot. I stayed and watched as one of the girls actually defeated the robot on a higher setting than I was able to. She saw me watching, so I just congratulated her and told her that she was impressive. She just outdid my best effort, and I wondered if she would be like to beat a real human being, instead of a robotic one. Obviously, if she was spending money to armwrestle a machine, she enjoyed it, so that was kind of a safe bet. We spent the next half hour armwrestling first one arm, then the next. But, that night was sheer dumb luck. I just knew that if I did not ask her then, I would never get the opportunity again, so I took a chance. I guess what it boils down to is the following: (1) Be at the right place, at the right time. (2) If at all possible, get to be friends before you ask. (3) If at all possible, don't push. (4) Have enough courage to ask when the time is right. It works for me, and if you would like for me to go into any more detail, feel free to email me. I'll answer any questions that you may have about my "technique". Later... The arms of a trapeze artist 06/11/97 14:42 from bifreak I worked in a circus for 4 years. During that time I became almost friend of a woman who worked on the trapeze. I always watched and fantasized about her thick arms. More and more she recognized my interest and one day we were sitting next to each other in a bus which brought us to a performance. I was telling her about a problem I had with somebody in the circus and she replied "you have a conflict with him , it`s like we were doing this (she made the armwrestling movement with her right arm in the air) ". I looked surprised but she went on: "of course you would win"... "You think so, your arms look very powerful" I replied and then I lifted my arm and we started locking our arms in the air without table. Oh! She was strong. Our AW match lasted 15 seconds then we stopped without having winner or looser. We were laughing and she flexed her bicep for me. It was thick and harder than mine. She invited me into her caravan for the next day to watch her doing chinups........