That said!
I was out with a girlfriend last night at a local lounge/restaurant. We're having our drinks, talking about all the people we're scoping out and yes, judging them but all in good fun, when she says, "There's Dan Marino." Ok, if you live in South Florida, whether you like football or not, the man is an icon. Even so, at first I was only mildly interested in his arrival. I looked over sort of half heartedly and thought, "Yep. Dan Marino." But then a funny thing happened. I had to look again. And then again. And then I realized I could not stop looking at him. Never before had I thought Marino was even vaguely attractive, but put him in a room with me and apparently that thought changes a bit. The man is huge. Seriously big. That alone draws the eye, but I have to admit the famous factor probably played into it as well. And cocktails. I'm sure they played a part in my sudden reassessment.
Let me say this-- When Dan Marino put his arm around me, I felt all girly and small and I liked it. For whatever weird, inexplicable reason I just got sucked into all that manliness and I liked it.
