Brotegés, can you feel the Call of the Wild? We’re talkin’ summer Locationships at the Beach! Not just one or two, but more than your smart phone chip can hold.
The sun, sand and surf make the babes feel like they’re in some kind of on-screen teen romance, and you’re the supernatural force that doesn’t have to get all glittery in the sun. You are Beach Ghost. The apparition that disappears magically when the going gets too hot and the sunburns feel too real.
First, some ideas on how to meet and greet the ladies.
Get a job at the concession stand. Every tanning lady gets hungry at some point. Ask her if she wants an “extra side” of you with that order. Gets them every time. As a rule of thumb, slip your # on her receipt.
Lunch break? Take those 30 minutes to stroll the beach with a bottle of deluxe smelling coconut tanning oil. Not the kind that smells like a dangling car air freshener. The real kind. Offer your services. Every lady has a back.
Not a concession stand kind of guy? Be a lifeguard! Not only do you get a prime bird’s eye view of all those pretty towel loungers, you get to learn the fine (and life saving) art of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Just make sure it’s not your Aunt or a Grandma. Weird!
Don’t know how to surf? No worries. Neither did the Hoff. A wetsuit and surfboard makes you look mysterious in any situation though.
Mr. Steinman’s 3rd period History Class this year might have tried to teach us that the Summer of Love went down in the 1960’s.
But we say the real Summer of Love is happening 2011.
Labels: Broteges, Derek, Max, Summer
POSTED BY Prom Bulletin @ 9:20 AM on Thursday, May 5, 2011
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