I keep a large "in-box" of sorts, an object that collects my various forms of bullshit (bills, snapshots, etc) that I don't want to deal with. In the past I've been a champ at keeping it current, and throwing out old shit. Not so much as of late.
So, since it was so insanely cold on Monday I shifted through it and made a serious discovery; I cracked some sort of AWESOME GAY DNA, or more specifically, I think I provided a blueprint for my "perfect" man.
First off, here's a picture of my Gay Trifecta, which is located just left of where I'm typing these words. It's a welcome reminder, and all of which were buried along with Comcast bills and such. For whatever reason I decided to hang them up.
I've gone on record before as being an Ass-Man, in that I love me some Man Booty. I also have a thing about back muscles. That shit is hot as hell. And I'm a sucker for guys in tight jeans, so this image largely incorporates all these elements. Thank you, to the Marketing Department at Levi's.
This might trump the importance of having a fantastic ass/body; I'm clearly no fashion whore, but a little bit goes a long way, and dudes that overdress themselves un-attract me. Less is more is my overall fashion atheistic (see above). That being said, I desire a least some semblance of of substance.MIDWEST/BASEBALL, ETC
This guy here makes me sigh. Really. A former Cubs fan that now embraces the Sox, his smile is just so fucking cute. I need a down to earth/salt of the earth type, so let's add a pinch this of this hotness into my Gay equation. Toothy grins? Major fucking plus.
Will I ever discover such a perfect amalgamation of hotness? Not likely. But I'm slowly finding out what I want/attracted to, and I think that's progress. If it's not entirely obvious, I'm once again single and wandering amongst the wilderness of romantic-ness. A boy can dream, right? Where is this "man"?