Late Night Fill of Phil (hee! pun!)

Ok, that was a lame title. Get over it.

As has been our relationship (via tv, that is), I spent another late night with Phil Dalhausser (oh yeah...and I guess he has a partner to...that guy..with the facial hair...or just hair in general, really). But this late night ended with Phil and the Hairy One getting gold medals in men's beach volleyball.

So, with the last crushing spike of the ball (by my beloved, Phil) that won the third match and thus won the gold, there erupted much excitement...and...much man touching.

Many guys have some sort of phobia about touching other men, unless there are balls and stuff involved (double entendre included). In sports, it is ok to pat your teammate on the ass. Granted, you also probably throw in a fist bump to keep up the macho-ness, but ass-touching is A-ok!

Winning the gold brought out the man touching. Here is the proof. Now, that is extreme man touching. Live it was more of a man-tackle turning into a deep, exciting, horizontal man-embrace.

I don't mean anything negative about it...but it's true. Yes they just freakin' won an olympic gold medal, and honestly, I'd probably soil myself if I was in that position. But the man love was in full force.

Consequently, in an earlier blog, I was wishy-washy about me finding Dalhausser attractive. After seeing his official team photo time and time and time again, I am no longer wishy-washy. Phil Dalhausser is an attractive guy.

So Phil, call me!