Bringing Down the Brother, Part 1

I think it's a law of science that all my friends have hot brothers. (Perhaps I just have attractive friends? Maye not...)

Case 1: The Athlete

The Athlete is several years older than I am, but has the emotional intelligence of an infant. He's notoriously single (but not gay), a very cheap drunk despite being a larger man, and is especially suave unbeknownst to his friends and family.

I recently had the pleasure of camping with said athlete, along with several of our coupled friends (including his brother and sister-in-law) and a few other singles for a week. I had been to the Athlete's family cottage before--bachelorette parties, post-college parties, relax-by-the-lake weekends; on none of these occasions had the Athlete ever been present (off being athletic I suppose!). But on this occasion, fresh off a month-long canoe trip, the Athlete came along too.

Now, the Athlete has always impressed me with his physique. (He's also impressed most females and questioning males, but that's besides the point.) Despite his chiseledness (not a word?), he often keeps his sweet bod under wraps.

So you can only imagine how my taste buds quivered when I caught a glimpse of his exceptionally tanned, muscular frame lounging on the dock as I got to the cottage.

**Now, before I get all Harlequin on you, I should warn that the rest of this story is less than buttoned up. Now, bring on the Fabio--in Part 2!