Friday, May 11, 2007

If fingertips were relationships

I ran 10 miles this morning, and I'm hungry for some meat. At first I was thinking of baby back ribs, but then I decided I'd rather have something that didn't fall off the bone.
This guy is the cover boy from this month's GENRE magazine. One of the things I love about GENRE is that you can easily go 10-20 pages without any photographic evidence that men wear shirts. Or pants for that matter. Lots of swimwear and undergarments, and there's not a thing wrong with that.
Let the haters hate (as is your wont), but I think this fella is damn near perfection. Is it the Routh-ian quality of the eyebrow? The suggestion of Middle Eastern descent? We're talking purely aesthetics of course. I'd have to age him twenty years to be my boyfriend.


Ur-spo said...

I will give the fellow credit; he is without an ounce of body fat.

maddie said...

Wow, in that first picture, he could be the statue of David come to life. Yum. I love the tall, dark and handsome types.

abnitude said...

you can definitely pic them. when yo age him 2 yars, make two...i'll take one myslef. btw..killer legs!!!

Michael said...

It's all about the thighs for me, abnitude.

Maddie, he trades curls for a brushcut, and I'm guessing a bigger schwannstucke, but otherwise, Mike's Dave.

Ur-spo, don't forget the eyebrow(s).