... Of why there is not a good enough repertoire of BHMs in Southern Arizona.
I went to Atlanta last week for Thanksgiving, and everywhere I went the restaurant menu's absolutely shocked me. Fried fucking everything! And not a salad, devoid of mayonnaise, cheese, or even with actual LETTUCE to be found on many of the menu's (am I spelling that right? Damn it).
They even fry their vegetables and sometimes even fruit (tomatoes, for example)! My salad-and-yogurt-fed mind was screaming 'WHAT... THE... FUCK! ME WANT HEALTHY!"
But then I went shopping. And god it was glorious.
BHMs (as well as some very sexy women,
my gaydar was going mad and I flirted up a storm with many of them ) abounded! Everywhere I went it was like Heaven had dropped down to earth, kinda like the reverse of that one jeans commercial.
And it clicked. Southern food = a cornucopia of hotties per capita :smitten:
I'm not feeling quite so antagonistic towards fried chicken anymore.
If it weren't so bloody cold on the East Coast, I'd move there in a heartbeat.
I went to Atlanta last week for Thanksgiving, and everywhere I went the restaurant menu's absolutely shocked me. Fried fucking everything! And not a salad, devoid of mayonnaise, cheese, or even with actual LETTUCE to be found on many of the menu's (am I spelling that right? Damn it).
They even fry their vegetables and sometimes even fruit (tomatoes, for example)! My salad-and-yogurt-fed mind was screaming 'WHAT... THE... FUCK! ME WANT HEALTHY!"
But then I went shopping. And god it was glorious.
BHMs (as well as some very sexy women,
my gaydar was going mad and I flirted up a storm with many of them ) abounded! Everywhere I went it was like Heaven had dropped down to earth, kinda like the reverse of that one jeans commercial.And it clicked. Southern food = a cornucopia of hotties per capita :smitten:
I'm not feeling quite so antagonistic towards fried chicken anymore.
If it weren't so bloody cold on the East Coast, I'd move there in a heartbeat.
