Well, yesterday was a big day for Hubby; The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition appeared in our mailbox. Like a kid set loose in a candy store, he was not sure where to start. The cover features beautiful blonde Brooklyn Decker with her hoo-ha just barely covered by a swatch of yellow fabric, standing in hoo-ha-deep water, her top mostly off with her arms just barely covering the essentials.
Then, of course, there were a few foldouts, a-la Playboy style. (I suspect those are in there so that older guys like Hubby who can't see to read without sliding their glasses to the top of their scalps and holding the page 6 inches from their noses have an equal opportunity to salivate!)
Olympic hopefuls Lindsey Vonn, Hannah Teeter, Clair Bedez, and Lacy Schnoor leave no doubt in our minds that if they don't medal at the Olympics, they can always model. All four photograh amazingly well.
It was a double issue--I don't know if that is usual, but the front cover announces that inside are 190 photos of 31 models from 6 countries; a virtual smorgasbord of female flesh scantily clad in bandaids and dental floss. Definitely not reading material for the puritanical. I find it fascinating how much money women are willing to spend for the tiny bikinis in the photographs. I saw prices ranging from $89 to $1200 for swatches of fabric which couldn't have amounted to a quarter of a yard...actually some of those suits weren't much larger than a quarter!
As far as I was concerned, the best part of the magazine was the smell! I kid you not. Somewhere in there was an ad for the men's fragrance Georgio Armani Code. That was some wonderful cologne! I think I may have actually felt a twitch in my nether regions when my nose got a scent of that!
That set me to thinking that women should have something sexy to look at once in a while. Why should the guys be the only oglers? We girls need something to get gaga over, too. As a result, I've decided to feature on my blog the "Man of the Month" over the next few months. So, I'll try to titillate on the tenth of each month for awhile....just for the ladies. Most magazines hit the newstands a month early, so my Mr. March, in all his naked glory, is pictured below.* Feast your eyes, and try not to drool on the keyboard, ladies!
*Unfortunately, I don't have Sports Illustrated's budget to work with!