I always wear black because I'm emo and usually have sweaty pits.

"Hey stud, ever had a full body detail? Because your bulging muscles are a sexy ride I'm dying to clean up."

"Hey wrestler, your body slams my heart into a frenzy. Mind if I mess up your clean room like you mess up your opponents?"

"I see your strength on the ring, how about we wrestle those shorts off and see who really owns the room?"

"Did you just wrestle my heart? Because it's pinned down, beating wildly for your muscular charm and neat room."

"Seeing your glistening abs deliver my package, can I sign for that heavy load waiting in your shorts?"

"Haha, sounds like quite an adventure! I can't promise to be that bold, but I'm definitely not shy either."

"You're the special delivery I've been waiting for, how about we take this package to the next level, Mr. Mailman?"

"Did you just come from the gym? Because you've been running through my mind all day."

"Hey champ, your muscles aren't the only thing I want to wrestle with tonight, ready to make a mess?"

"That's one wild experience! I'd rather enjoy the concert keeping my senses intact, especially around a captivating woman like you."

"UPS isn't the only thing that's big and muscular around here. How about unloading that package in my mailbox?"

"How about you pin me to the bed tonight, champ? I promise I'll leave your room as messy as a wrestling match."

"I love how you dominate the wrestling mat, can't help but dream of being your lucky match, don't mind a good pounding."

"I may not be a wrestler, but I can definitely mess up your clean room and leave with your sweaty shorts as my trophy."

"Wow, they must've mistaken you for a celebrity... or cheese. Concert people are strange. Ever had anyone lick your elbow thinking it's a lollipop?"

"Playing in the dirt all day, babe? Let me be the soap to your muscular canvas, scrubbing every chiseled inch."

"Do you come with express delivery? Your muscle-bound figure has me craving for a special drop-off in my tight mailbox."

"Is it hot out here, or is it just your muscles making my heart sweat? Care to deliver your package in my mailbox?"

"Babe, you're like a rugged 4x4; dirty and masculine. Can't wait to get my hands all over your chassis."

"I don't mind you pinning me down; your strength is a turn on. Fancy leaving this room a mess and those shorts with me?"

"Ever thought of delivering your big, sweaty package in my back truck? Because I'm open for business."

"How about we turn your post-game shower into a steamy dual effort? I've got the perfect touch for your tough build."

"Wow, that's...unique. Perhaps in the next concert, we could invent an invisible boob shield. Patent pending."

"Wow, concerts can get wild, huh? Still, given the chance, I'd only be caught admiring your radiant smile."

"Is your shirt off because it's hot or because you're making my mailbox steam with anticipation for your big delivery?"

"Ever had a full-service clean? Because I'm ready to scrub until every bulging muscle shines, big boy."

"I don't mind you tackling me like your opponents, as long as the aftermath leaves your room as messy as my hair."

"Is it hot in here, or is it just your abs glistening under the summer sun while you deliver my package?"

How about we get all hot and sweaty and then not take a bath?

"I can't help but admire your heavy load, how about letting me handle your package in the back of your mail truck?"

"Is that a package for me in your shorts, or are you just pleased to deliver? Because either way, I'm signing for it."

"Hey handsome, the way you handle those packages with your muscle-bound arms is a priority delivery straight to my heart."

"I don't mind your sweaty shorts as my trophy, just as long as you promise to pin me down like your opponents."

"Those abs deliver more than mail, they're delivering a first class ticket to my fantasy."

"How about we turn this clean room into a wrestling ring where I'm pinned down, and your sweaty shorts are my trophy?"

"Are you ready to handle this package? It's pretty heavy and it may require some... special attention."

"You've been sweating up a storm, time for this lucky guy to make those bulging muscles shine, ready for some wet?"

"Ready to get rinsed, big guy? Your dirt fuels my desire, your sweat, my sweet cologne. Let the cleanup begin."

"Your scent is as addictive as a freshly baked bread, can I be your baker?"

"Is that a special delivery in your shorts, or are you just excited to see me unload?"

"Ready to spar? You pound the competition, but I don't mind being your next opponent - or your prize."

"Are your muscles made of postage? Because every time you deliver, my heart's stamp of approval gets stronger."

"Babe, seeing you all dirty makes me want to scrub every inch of you, especially those hard to reach places."

"You know, cuddling is my workout routine, it gets me all hot and sweaty. Care to join?"

"Hey there, Mr. Mailman. How about delivering that heavy package to my heart instead of just my doorstep?"

"Yikes! Didn't know 'scratch and sniff' feature was available in real life too. Heard of personal space, Mr. Stranger? Sounds like a deodorant commercial gone wrong!"

"You handle packages like nobody else, how about you let me explore the heavy load hiding in your shorts?"

"Hey stud, your muscles need a wash and I'm the dedicated detailer ready to polish every inch of you."

"You're the grime on my favorite car, strong and resilient, but lucky for you, I love playing with hoses."

"Ever thought of wrestling in the sheets? Because I'd love to be your trophy tonight."

"Your abs glisten in the sun, but it's your thick, sweaty package that has my mailbox yearning for a special delivery."

"Hey there big guy, need help scrubbing down those chiseled muscles? I promise to make it a thorough job."

"Oh wow, concerts can be unpredictable! I promise to maintain more personal space, unless you handle unpredictability well."

"I may not wrestle, but I surely know how to grapple with your heart... and those sweaty shorts."

"Love, your sweaty physique needs a thorough wash, let's start with those bulging muscles and end at your hair."

"Hey champ, is your room as tidy as your ripped physique? I'd love to dirty it up with some championship rounds."

"Are you a kettlebell? Because you've got me feeling all hot and sweaty."

"That's an intense concert memory! But honestly, I'd be more interested in getting lost in your eyes than the crowd."

"Wow, that's next level concert experience! Were they trying to decipher your perfume or auditioning for 'America’s Got Talent - Smelling Edition'?"

"Well, sounds like you've had quite the concert experience! Next time, I'd recommend axe body spray as a crowd repellent."

"Your sweat-soaked abs make me want to express-handle your package in the back of your truck."

"Babe, you're like a dirty sports car, only a lucky guy like me can handle your hot and muscled chassis."

"I can't help but notice those abs shining brighter than the sun. Fancy unloading that heavy package in my territory?"

"Hey champ, your muscles aren't the only thing I want to wrestle tonight; ready to mess up that clean room?"

"Well, sounds like you've been to some 'scent-sational' concerts! Lucky stranger missed out on my sweaty handshake!"

"Your wrestling might crush the competition, but your clean room policy won't stop me from making a mess of you."

"Wow, that's a wild story! Let's hope our first encounter is less sweaty and more classy!"

"Are you my mailman? Because you've got the kind of package that needs to be handled with care."

"Is your body a package from UPS? Because I'm eager to sign off on those muscular deliveries."

"Hey champ, your muscles may rule the ring, but in this clean room, you'll leave nothing but a messy heart."

"Is your mail truck as loaded as your shorts? Because I'm ready to handle your special delivery."

"You're a champion in the ring, how about we wrestle in your clean room and I claim those sweaty shorts as my trophy?"

"Couldn't help noticing your strength; planning to take those sweaty shorts as my trophy. Ready for our match?"

"Oh wow, sounds like you've had your fair share of odd concert experiences! Who's up next? Van Gogh with an ear fetish?"

"How about we turn that wrestling strength into our bedtime story and your sweaty shorts into my victory flag?"

"Did UPS start a new service? Because you're delivering me a package of muscles, sweat, and pure sexiness."

"Hey there, is your body a package? Because those muscles, they're special delivery I've been waiting for."

"Your sweaty delivery has me signed, sealed, and delivered. Fancy unwrapping your package in my backroom?"

"Wow, your concerts sound like wild adventures! I bet even in that chaos, you were the most fascinating sight."

"Wow, that's quite a story! And here I was thinking my secret love for karaoke was scandalous!"

"Seeing you deliver packages gets me sweating, but it's your package I'm really interested in unwrapping."

"Wow, concerts can be wild! Not my style though, I'd rather enjoy your perfume over dinner and a good conversation."

"Wow, concerts can get pretty intense! Bet it was cooler when your radiance outshone the entire crowd."

"Hey babe, you're the only guy I'd clean off-field dirt for; your muscles are my favorite late-night laundry."

"Big guy, your body is my favorite terrain; how about I explore every dirty crevice with my magic hose?"

Are you bacon?

Cus I'd love to roll you up, shove my sausage in you and be sweaty pigs in a blanket together.

"I don't mind trading those sweaty shorts for a chance to feel how you pound the competition, champ."

"Excuse me, but my palms are incredibly sweaty. Would you mind holding my hand to help dry them off?"

"Those sweat-glistening abs of yours make every package delivery feel like Christmas morning. Mind if I unwrap your gift backstage?"

"Hey handsome, your muscles might be hard as rock but can they handle the storm I'm about to cause in your room?"

"Your muscles might wrestle me to submission, but your clean room wins my heart. Ready to trade sweaty shorts for trophies?"

"Is it just your uniform or can you always handle heavy packages? Because my heart is hefty for you."

"Those abs are the perfect express delivery, but can I explore that extra-large package in your shorts?"

"Is it hot out here, or is it just those steaming abs heating up my package? Want to unload in my mailbox?"

"Got a wash for your chiseled frame, love? Your scent is the only sweat I'd exchange my cologne for."

"Baby, you're my favorite kind of dirt - the kind only my special touch can clean off those hard-earned muscles."

"Our love could be like a basketball game; fast-paced, sweaty and filled with beautiful music."

"Hey, muscle man, ever need a hand with your heavy package? I promise to handle with care in my tight box."

"Are you a mailman? Because every time I see your abs glistening in the sun, you deliver a special package to my heart."

Baby you make palms sweaty, knees weak, arms spaghetti.

"Wow, sounds like quite the experience. I promise I'm more of a gentleman, and would prefer to admire your eyes instead."

"You've got the weirdest concert experiences! I once had a guy ask me if my beard was made of chocolate... Spoiler: it wasn't."

"How about we exchange roles for once, and let me handle your big, heavy package in the back of your truck?"

"Hey there, Mr. UPS man, those abs are my favorite package. Mind if I sign for a personal delivery in your truck?"

"Ever considered a special delivery in the back of your truck? I promise I'll be gentle with your package."

"Gotta say, your abs shine brighter than any package I've ever received. How about we do some delivery in private?"

"Is it a crime to look that good while delivering packages? Because you've got me wanting to open yours."

"Your sweaty gym shorts might be my trophy, but you pinning me down like your rivals? Now that's my grand prize."

"How about we make the mat our bed? You can wrestle me all night, leaving nothing but sweaty shorts and victory."

"Your muscular frame makes me weak, wrestler boy. How about we make some sweat shorts trophies in that spotless room?"

"Those sweaty shorts might be my trophy, but I'm ready for you to wrestle me into submission, powerhouse."

"Haha, sounds like an adventure! Maybe next time it's your turn to rock the show, minus the stranger sniffing part of course!"

Is it hot in here or is it just you? Because every time I think of you, I get sweaty.

"I've got a special delivery, just for you. Mind if I hand it over in private?"

"That sweat-drenched package looks heavy, need some help unloading it in my tight & welcoming mailbox?"

Is it hot out here, or is it just your mowing skills making me all sweaty?

Are you a sunbeam? Because you've got me feeling hot and sweaty, even in the shade of my heart.

"Hey handsome, ever had your muscles washed with a touch as soft as silk and a passion as hot as fire?"

"Are you wearing Eau de Gym? Because that's the scent of dedication, and it's driving me crazy."

"Guess you can pin me anytime, champ, but it's your clean room that will end up messy with my love."

"How about you pin me down like your opponents, champ? I promise, the only trophy I'll take are those sweaty shorts."

"Can't help but notice the weight of your package. Care to unload it in my 'mailbox'?"

"Hey handsome, can you handle two deliveries? Because I'm shipping my heart to you along with that package."

"Is that sweat or are you just radiating with an irresistible allure?"

"You wrestle giants, babe, but can your muscles handle the chaos I'll bring to that clean room of yours?"

"Your sweaty shorts would be my treasured trophy, as long as you don't mind wrestling down this mess of desire."

"Hey big guy, if wrestling was a language, your muscles just penned poetry. Ready to mess up that clean room?"

"Hey hunk, your muscles may pin me to the mat, but it's your clean room that has me wrestling with desire."

"Hey stud, your muscles are like a 4x4, rugged and dirty; mind if I give them a shiny scrub?"

"Big jock, you're my dirty little secret. I can't wait to wash every bulging muscle until you're squeaky clean."