This guy

This Guy!

Look, I read Esquire and GQ pretty regularly. They have good articles (not as good as BroWTF, but still) beautiful women, and interesting topics. They are your quintessential “men’s” magazines. Yet for the last six months, I’ve had to question my sexuality in every god-damn issue because of this guy.

The guy has eyes bluer than Paul Newman’s and a tanned oiled body that makes David Beckham look a touch flabby. I’m not sure, but I think I might want to be on that raft with him. Every issue I open it up, hoping not to see this guy, then BAM, this guy.

The only way for a guy to look at this picture and not feel a little bad about themselves is if they actually were this guy. Sir, I hate you, wait no, I love you, aaaaaagh I’m so confused. WTF.