Last night I hopped on the soccer band wagon and went out to watch the US play Ghana in the World Cup. It was a great game and I had a blast tweeting all of the pervy commentary ("He's an acrobatic header," "Open those legs all the way up." Check them out @lisagradie on Twitter.)
So I'm at the bar in Soho with three of my friends having some laughs and drinking some wine when I look over and there is this wicked cute guy at the end of the bar. Oh, helloooo fellow soccer fan (you know, because I'm such a huge fan now). He looked like Patrick J. Adams complete with sparkly blue eyes and aloof "hot boy" smile. I grilled him and watched as he rounded the bar and stood next to me.
What came into view next was one of the biggest let downs I have encountered since the "Pig In A Blanket" incident of '06:
OH THE HORROR!!!
Like, buddy, what are you doing with those? Are you going to go do some word working? Heal some lepers? Do they help you when you're trying to out-run Pontius Pilate?
He was American too! Or at the very least, Americanized. I heard him talking and no trace of an accent.
I consider myself fairly open minded, but there is NO excuse for Jeruselum Cruisers. Especially in 2014 A.D. I wish him all the best with finding his Mary Magdalene.