In my experience, muscular dudes are just like any other form of human...up to a point. That point is almost perfectly represented by my buddy Soren, who looks like this:
That's right about the maximum state of manliness I think you can get to without getting so devoted to muscle-building that you enter "lifestyle" territory. Soren looks like that because he's a very active guy with great genetics who works out. He's also a fabulous man and I hate him forever, but that's beside the point.
You, however, felt the need to say "really muscular," which in my mind means more someone like this:
In which case, you've basically got four choices, because there are only four iterations of the incredibly muscular man ever discovered, and these be they.
The Achiever: "I've been shocking my core and throwing in some circuit training; really hoping to crack this plateau and get up to 450 on the bench."
The Diva: "My chains match my abs, as you can see through my open dress shirt. You may oil me now."
The Obsessive: "I have crippling self-image issues, and therefore must wear the tiniest piece of stretchy clothing possible and rub against beefy brown dudes onstage to prove how badass I am."
The Mad Dog: "I WILL FIGHT ANYONE IN HERE AT LITERALLY ANY TIME."
Sure, there are decent guys who also happen to be really huge, but they tend to be old dad-types who are in a motorcycle club and tell stories about what huge pricks they were in their 30's.
In the opinion of this nerdy fat kid, to get that huge, you need something going for you: either an overabundance of testosterone, a mental fixation, or chemical enhancement. And none of those are ingredients for a stable relationship.
My advice is to lower your bulk standards a bit or wait a few years.
Besides do you really want to date "the grunter"? You know, those guys at the gym who spend 99% of there time getting 'pumped', sipping their protein, and checking out their 'swell' before gearing up and grunting like they are giving birth to the very dumbbell they are lifting (for only a few reps of course, that sh*t is heavy, arggggg)? The facial expressions, I would like to add, are, if you can get over the general train wreck of the situation, a fantastic form of amusement if you find yourself on nearby treadmill staring off into middle distance. The icing on this steaming cake of macho is of course the mesh shirt/glove combo. Please go hang out at the weight section of a gym at your earliest convenience - I am sure you will change your mind very quickly....
I think you are entitled to hate someone who detonated your head, but maybe that's just me.
I don't think I would want to compete with a guy for his own attention...
But then I go for pale, nerdy guys with really buff minds! Hot!
Body builders also have tiny wangs.
It's totally a fact. Look it up.