Over the weekend I hit NYC for a wonderful Sexless in the City with my old friend, McSnuggles. You’ll get the scoop on that later…
Saturday we went to bar to watch Alabama bend Duke over their knee and spank them silly. Christ was that embarrassing for Duke. I slept with a golf player from Duke, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’m also kind of ashamed to say that the next time I saw him was years later when I accidentally bumped into him…at his own engagement party. Good times, good times.
Anywho, McSnuggles is really great at getting out there and meeting people. The first people we met at the game were three guys who were sitting in a booth. One of which was the male equivalent of a bombshell. Does such a thing exist? No, probably not, but for the purposes of this post I’m going to pretend it does. This guy was model hot. Model. Hot.
He was so hot, in fact, that two things happened:
- I forgot his name.
- He had some kind of crazy control over my camera that prevented me from taking a good picture of him. Your loss, not mine.
In the course of the conversation with these three dudes in the booth, one of them asked McSnuggles when she graduated from Alabama. “1996,” she announced. They looked young, and we both love the young, but when my dream man said that he graduated in 2009, we had to shed a little tear.
22, bitches. He is 22.