My husband is part gorilla. I love his hairy chest.
And speaking of Dad bods, a few years ago my daughter's best friend came to spend the night, and my husband overheard them talking in the pool.
After she left we were having dinner, and he said "I thought Lauren liked me. We've always had fun with each other."
My daughter said that she did like him. Why would he think she didn't.
He said "Because I heard her calling me a dill earlier. So I guess I'm a sour pickle to her."
My daughter literally spit a soft drink through her nose and had to excuse herself from the table. We thought she was crying, but she was laughing so hard she couldn't contain herself.
I went to check on her and see if she was OK.
I later told my husband that she didn't call him a dill; she called him a DILF. Completely different. He didn't even know what that meant!
Poor thing kept his distance from then on.