I am the perfect man. How perfect? I am perfect enough for God to say that what he started in Adam he finished in me. I am perfect enough for Darwin to claim that the evolution of life, through billions of past mutations was an inexorable push to arrive at me.
When I enter your presence, you most certainly feel a tremble of excitement. Don’t feel bad, every one has that reaction. It is overwhelming in that moment, drinking in all of my features which include:
My Golden Smile: When I let one of these loose the room brightens, colors fade and many claim that they hear angels singing; and, they’re right (especially when I take out my tooth).
My Sculpted Hair: Yes ladies (and guys), my hair looks this good all the time. It is perfectly messy, purposely messy. My hair is so sexy that I have to take off my bike helmet slowly to let everyone get accustom to the hotness.
My “10″ Bod’: I hope you’re wearing a helmet for when you swoon and faint over my broad shoulders, thick limbs and beer enhanced waist section. Seriously, wear a helmet and maybe some pads. You’ll thank me, both for saving your life and for being so good looking.
I’d go on, but the delirium induced by loving me so much will actually kill you.
Tags: Sexy
Ok, I’m steering clear of you until I am positively sure that you aren’t getting struck by lightning. (Waiting….
…ok, I think I’m good.) So yeah, you have a beer enhanced belly.
Hey! I’m up here (in my eye region) mister.
I…can’t…look…away. Too…much…sexy.