Bromance
I used to cringe when I heard the word “bromance.” The only word that made me more uncomfortable was the term “metrosexual.” Whenever someone said “bromance” the first people that came to mind were Spencer Pratt and Brody Jenner (two people I’d like to get in a cage match). My hatred for the word has since subsided and I am now happy to admit that it is part of my every-day vocabulary.
The other day someone asked me who my “Bromance” would be. After much deliberation I settled on Sean Avery. This guy is short (like me), isn’t scared to throw down (neither am I), dresses well (guilty as charged), hangs out with supermodels (one day, God willing), and opens cool bars (I like to go to cool bars). Sean Avery is an anomaly and so am I. Sean, I know you aren’t reading this (‘cause you are probably f-ing some incredibly beautiful woman right now), but we should get together and hit some golf balls over an ice-cold six pack.
Here’s Sean at the opening of Warren 77 with uber-babe Daria Werbowy:
