Heeb

So, while sitting in a bar last night with a group of friends I was subjected to that most popular of conversation topics: Hot Olympic Swimmers. I think I may be missing some vital gene within my DNA— one that would make me remotely attracted to a man swaddled in spandex, or black paint. I prefer a nice simple t-shirt myself, or perhaps a classy sweater of some sort. No glorified banana hammocks for me.

Inevitably, the conversation turned to Michael Phelps, who people apparently find attractive. "Eh" is what I say. He’s a bit like a big, friendly giant. Which is cool, if you’re into that kind of thing.

But has anyone taken a look at his teammate, tribesman Ben Wildman-Tobriner? Talk about the chosen people.