I’m not saying all sexy people, but if not a little bit of extra smell, there is often a slept in quality to their clothes. Me? I think it’s kind of sexy. I asked a store clerk to open my bottle of pop. I didn’t know it was a twist off. He squeezed the top off with a forearm curl. My fourteen-year-old self would’ve been totally sick. Brain sent competing messages: super sexy and deadly flu bug. No one can say my fantasies aren’t weird; “Yeah we can hook up, after I finish the work up on any blood borne pathogens – Benicio”.