Southern Hospitality

Husbandette and I are currently vacaying in sunny and 65 North Carolina at Brotherette's bachelor pad. It's quite a step up from his last digs, which consisted of a shared apartment with two other dudes, a bathroom that had enough mold spores to cultivate a new breed to be studied in a lab at Duke and eventually become the topic of some geek's thesis. No more. Now, Brotherette owns a fab, modern 3-bedroom house complete with high vaulted ceilings, 2.5 baths (the .5 bath includes great reading materials, all involving your POO and what different shapes of poo reveal about your health or stability at the moment.) The guest bedroom has been done up in a modern fleur de lis motif that can only be appreciated by a discerning guest. And the soaps! The guy has the most pretentious liquid hand soaps in each of these bathrooms. It's definitely a lady magnet situation. And we haven't even started in on his adorable dog Stewart. Stewart loves the ladies. He is currently chasing Leia the Wunderdog around the digs, and she is playing hard to get since she's no slut. He is an expert at Guitar Hero (which btw is the most fun I've ever had, EVER) which means he has patience and is musically inclined. Always stellar qualities.

Basically, I am pimping my bro out on my blog. He deserves a fine lady who will appreciate his refined taste, his responsible nature, his southern hospitality and his innate ability to put a drink in your hand at the exact moment you are thinking about one in your head. And he drinks his coffee black, which is pretty bad ass.

So interested ladies, come knocking. I can attest to his handsome good looks as he is basically the guy version of me and I am pretty friggin cute.