are you from tennesee? because a ten is all i see. ever notice how the energy in a room changes once a hot girl walks in the room? attention wanders, any normal conversation suddenly becomes a half assed one. glances are exchanged between buddies. any noise, catch phrase, or look used amongst guys to identify nearby hot girls are suddenly used -- sometimes not so discreetly. the girl must know what effect she's having right? that their mere prescence turns what was once an ordinary day, into an extraordinary day.



sometimes god is generous and sends down one of his angels for us to behold. that day should be remembered and commemorated, perhaps celebrated for years on end. it's so funny to see a whole bunch of guys ogle a girl. they turn into instant children and slobber and piss all over themselves. they try to play it cool, sneaking sidelong glances and acting nonchalant, but ultimately, they've measured everything there is to measure. and can't wait to talk about it later. it's disgusting but it's what happens, who am i to fight the call of genetic programming? nobody that's who.



i wonder what it feels like to be a girl, and to have all the guys in the room staring at another girl. i mean, that must be annoying right? as a guy, this happens, but never in a way that every single set of female eyes is on another dude. girls have various tastes (thank god) so it's almost impossible to find a roomful of women who think the same guy is blazingly hot. but for guys, our needs are simpler and our tastes more generic, so it's quite possible for every guy in the room to be bug eyed about one girl.



like today for example. i normally wouldn't take note or blog about such things but it's too momentous to not document. a physical manifestation of perfection graced us with her presence in the water. and then she out paddled, out surfed, and out did just about every guy there. now i know what the word "riveting" was really invented for. mix one part hot girl with one part hot style with one part surfing skill. what do you get? the answer is obvious: perfection. even after two hours of intense (thinly disguised) scrutiny, there were no flaws, in her or her surfing. what style this girl had, un-belize-able. her posture was what got me, she was just posture-beautiful. and it's not just me saying this, it's me and a few friends and probably every other male out in the ocean today.



people were letting perfectly good waves pass by them, content to just sit and ogle. she was the sun and everyone was happy just being a part of her solar system. and then she left and even the waves stopped. seriously, as soon as she left the water, the waves stopped rolling in. that was god's way of saying, "time to go home guys, you have no more reason to be here, i bid thee adieu."



i just may be getting religious.