Man-Pageant: A Pitiful Paucity of Perspiry Pulchritude

December 9, 2009

Last year, for my thirtieth birthday, I held a Man-Pageant. It was glorious. These men all signed up to compete. There were free foot massages for women, and male models handing out bon-bons. Because, quite frankly, omnipotence really only takes some SAT tutoring money and access to Craigslist.

Or so I thought! This year, I posted the same damn ad on Craigslist, seeking contestants. I thought maybe I’d get even more of them, since it’s clear I didn’t rape any of last year’s. Also, it’s a recession! What kind of hot guy doesn’t want a 1-in-10 chance of winning $200, plus a near-100% chance of being publicly fawned over by lots of women?

Alas! The second annual Man-Pageant was supposed to take place this Sunday, but has been postponed until warmer weather, when the menfolk are more likely to take their shirts off on stage.

I had a pageant-free birthday. It was weird.

For some eye candy, please see last year’s results.

If you are a hot man, ages 21 to able-to-convince-me-you’re-younger-than-I-am, and you would like to compete in the rescheduled Man-Pageant, please contact me.

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