| Posted: 05 July 2008 at 9:01pm | IP Logged | 8
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Okay, I'm sure to offend SOMEONE with the comments I'm about to make. Not that I MEAN them to be offensive, but whenever I'm making sweeping generalizations -- like I'm about to -- somebody always seems to take them the wrong way.
So, Eric and I spent the last few days at his mom's house in SW Virginia, which is pretty much North Carolina/Tennessee country. You know, the "south." I was pretty sure we wouldn't have a high-speed connection -- and I was right -- but at least I had higher hopes for civilization than Eric, who believes that there's nothing but backwater hillbillies playing banjos outside the DC city limits.
His mom and her new husband live on this incredible man-made lake, right off the marina that stores their boat -- I grew up on a farm in the Finger Lakes region of upstate New York, so I love creeks and lakes much more than oceans and chlorinated swimming pools. The lake was cool -- we took our dogs out on the boat, dropped anchor on an island and went swimming, the whole routine (and you all can probably fill in the blanks about what the newlywed routine was).
Anyway, we had a great time, but I'm glad to be home.
Now the sweeping generalizations. What is it about rural southern men? You know, Eric aside, I like big, bulky guys. Football player/rugby types. You know... men. So a guy in Dickies and workboots? Right -- should be just out of a gay storybook for me.
But man, these guys were some sad-ass specimens. Big ol' bellies, skinny arms -- ALWAYS in sleeveless t-shirts. Even the best looking ones were Larry the Cable Guy.
Okay, there were one or two who were okay -- but THEY were saddled with these big-beast girlfriends. It was just depressing.
So I'm home from what should have been a fantasy-fest weekend for me and instead, I've got a sunburn (hey, I kept my shirt off) and concern about the obesity rate in America.
Poor Tom... sniff...
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