Saturday, June 20, 2009
First, a little background. I'm a pec girl from way back. In high school, I always enjoyed copping a feel off my guy friends. (I wish one of them was a regular JSG reader and could confirm that fact.) There's just something that turns me on about a tight pec. It's ok if a guy has a slight paunch, but any hint of a man boob and I'm running to the door.
When we were in Grand Cayman, I was reminded of the my passion for the pec. Right before this photo was taken, I did, in fact, grab Eduardo's chest. Eduardo was our adorable waiter at the Ritz and we had been flirting shamelessly with him all day. After several mojitos, it made sense to rest my hand on his pec for the picture (plus, it was my birthday). Well, Eduardo reacted with surprise at my unsolicted feel, so that's why you see my hand lower in the photo, on his equally lovely abs.
Fast forward two weeks. I attended the Fashion Delivers Pay It Forward event at M2. Fashion Delivers is a non-profit that was founded in the wake of Hurricane Katrina to collect unwanted, leftover product to distribute to those in need. LL Cool J was the host of the evening. After seeing other girls take photos with LL, my friend Felicia and I decided we wanted one with him, too.
Being so close to LL and feeling his biceps was a little too much for me to handle. I've seen the posters from SWAT and knew what was hiding under that t-shirt. Fortunately, I remembered my lesson from Grand Cayman and asked LL if I could feel his chest.
Well, he took my right hand, slid it under his jacket onto his left pec, saying, "Go ahead. They're real."
Ladies, I'm happy to report they are in deed real. They're made of steel, rock, platinum, diamond, whichever is the hardest. I went weak in the knees and started hyperventilating.
Our assistant editor Ava tells me LL frequently eats at the Benihana in Long Island. When you see me staking it out, you'll know why!