I normally don't comment on the pics I post here, but this time I had to:
I am in love with this guy. He appears at work every once in a blue moon, and I'd venture to say that he's probably the only cool thing about my place of employment. I dig him because he's got that bad-ass 1970's porn/Village People/vintage Burt Reynolds vibe going on, like he'd be the sort of guy to walk up to you in a bar and pull some really cheesy "Do you know what'd look good on you? Me" pick-up line and instead of socking him in the mouth, you'd just find yourself standing there, giggling and batting your eyelashes at him. The kind of guy who'd unabashedly stuff his pants with a sock and "accidentally" grope you on the subway, his only apology a wink afterwards. The kind of guy who wears really tight shirts that make girls giggle but also leaves them blushing when he lets his slick words slip off his tongue and wrap their legs tightly around your brain. He's bad-ass.
When I saw him in the ladies' room last week (see what I mean by doing/going what/wherever he feels like?) I stayed late at work just so I could slip in and take a picture of him after most everyone had left and no one could really accuse me of pervishness. None of the pics came out like I'd wanted, but at least you can see him in all his 1970's glory.
Rock on, bad-ass caution man! We salute you!
