a shout out to the K-O-P

i do realize that i've now posted 3 times in the past hour, but dammit, i have a lot to say and this blogging thing is addictive as hell.

now i'm sure you are wondering what the K-O-P is. well, let me tell you.....it is the King of Prussia Mall (its either in, near, or around valley forge, pa). since eric and i had gone to pennsylvania to look at puppies, we figured we might as well go shopping since the dog thing didn't quite work out.

i am not a good shopper. i tend to get very over-stressed in the mall, and nothing ever fits right. i wear a 37 sleeve, so try finding that at your local goddamned macys.

anyway, lets get back to the shout out. or props. whatever. i will readily admit that most objects of my affection are younger than i am. i'm 33, and typically if you bust me staring at dudes walking by, they are like 20. thats what i like to look at, so get over it, mmmkay? we all have our thing, and mine happens to have been born anywhere from 1980-1985.

i am not sure if they have a factory in valley forge where they just grow hot hot hot 20 year olds and then let them loose in the mall, but it was spectacular. everywhere i looked there was hotness to be seen.

i really thought my mall experience couldn't get any better. but it did. yes, dear reader, it did.

as we are coming around the corner to head out, we pass by the A&F store. now, i am well aware of my physical limitations as well as my age, so i would never even consider going into that store. but of course, you HAVE to look at the displays when you walk by. the hot posters everywhere, and of course, the hotties coming in and out of the store.

and then i saw him. a real A&F model. in nothing but low riding jeans. 8 pack. perfect. treasure trail. perfect. biceps. perfect. i'm sure his name was either brandon or justin or jason or tyler, etc etc...you know the kind of guy i mean, so don't act like you don't.

they were having some sort of promotion, and it included a goddamned live model at the entrance to the store.

luckily, i have no shame. so i stared. and walked away. and came back and stared some more. and walked away. and came back and stared again. unfortunately i did have a shred of tact, so i didn't take a picture of him. but i should have. in fact, i should have gone out to the car, gotten my digital camera, and come back and done a goddamned photo shoot.

king of prussia, i love you. except for the manager at the coach store. she was a twat and i didn't get the wallet i wanted.