Life sometimes resembles a Sex and the City episode.
3 girls, all around 30, at a meatball and beer tasting (Beer 'n Balls) in Manhattan, standing around, checking out the group next to them, wondering out-loud if the gorgeous guy who invited them is gay or not. One of them pulls up pictures of him on her phone from his modeling agency (he must know of these photos, I hope). The three of them drool over the perfect and shiny six-packs. Suddenly he is standing behind one of them, looking at what they are giggling about. The screen is quickly turned off, more giggling, silly explanations. Did he see or did he not? Is he gay or is he not? Are we 12 or are we 30?
Some time later, they walk into a bar, find a table, sit down, look around. He notices the elaborate decorations on the wood that lines the walls of the bar and mentions their uniqueness. Yup, he's gay. Dammit! Those abs I bet would be nice in real life too!
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