Shame Fuck Stride of Pride

When I was in university, it was as an adult student.  I have had the luxury of never looking my age so I spent a few weekends playing with the kids fresh out of high school without them knowing I was almost a decade older than them.  It made going to parties at frat houses rather interesting.

It has been hypothesized that this is where I developed a taste for younger men.  I'll never tell.  In public.  About the hockey player.  Who may or may not have been a Deke.

Every year, without fail, there would always be one of those frat boys in my classes.  You know the guy, hotter than the flames of hell with his own fan club that follows him around. I imagine this is what university was like for Ryan Lochte.  To be honest, part of me wonders how he made it through university.  You cannot deny he is an amazing swimmer but there is something, I don't know, vapid, happening there.

I know you have been thinking the same thing so do not admonish me.

I also know you enjoy looking at him (the dancing bit and the smirk at 0:25 makes me fall out of my chair every damn time):

Yes, you like me, want to hit that shit like the wrath of Gawd.

Then you see something like this and realize that, yeah, you would still hit it but you would be doing the walk of shame afterwards:

"A what?"  Charmed, for sure.  "Romper!"  Great.  #bouncingmyass

There is a link on YouTube of our Ryan being interviewed by a charming lady with the patience of a saint.  Before you all go to Gainsville on your post-Olympic Ryan Stalk 2012, you should know that 7 times 4 in Ryan's world is 21.  Well done University of Florida.  Nailed it.

Fratboy douchetard?  Probably.  Top of the Shame Fuck list?  Absolutely.

I am guessing that would explain all those one night stands his mother speaks so freely about.