Sunday, July 24, 2005
I'm in the car last week with a girlfriend on the way to lunch. She tells me she is enrolling her daughter in ballet classes as sort of a remedial thing - the child is beautiful but she's as big of a clutz as I am. Since she's only three they think there may be hope for her. I suggested that she should send her seven year old son, also. She was speechless! I explained to her that I spent at least one night every month of my teen and twenty decades sitting third row center at the Houston Ballet watching those glorious men in their tights and it was really very nice.
So then we had to have a long scientific discussion about the best male physique out there and the final decisions made us really distracted from eating lunch.
Actually, there was a tie:
Upper Body: SWIMMERS!!
Lower Body: BALLET DANCERS!!
There. Now, aren't you glad we've seen to all the big issues of the world? You may now return to your regularly scheduled internets.
So then we had to have a long scientific discussion about the best male physique out there and the final decisions made us really distracted from eating lunch.
Actually, there was a tie:
Upper Body: SWIMMERS!!
Lower Body: BALLET DANCERS!!
There. Now, aren't you glad we've seen to all the big issues of the world? You may now return to your regularly scheduled internets.
Labels: opinion, personal urban drama
# posted by Carol : 11:25 PM
