Today was a beautiful warm day, of the type that we don't often get in Glasgow. I spent the afternoon sunning it up in Glasgow's Botanic Gardens with my friend V, lazing, gossiping and reading magazines. Just one of my favourite types of day. My one problem? Generally when the hot weather comes out to play in the west end, you get at least a couple of hot guys appearing too. Not the case today.
But it reminded me of a time when me and V fleetingly thought we had found the place where all of the good looking guys in Glasgow went.
It was probably about 5 years ago now and we'd went out for a coffee one Sunday afternoon. Well, I don't DRINK coffee, but "meeting for Diet Irn Bru" doesn't have quite the same ring to it. After our coffee, we were wandering about Ashton Lane and were somehow enticed into a bar called Radio.
After ordering a drink each and sitting down, we looked around. And spotted a gorgeous guy.
Oh, and there was another one in the corner!
Oh and that guy too right opposite, he was cute too. Granted, he was with a girl but still . . . HOT!!!
And then we realised . . . THE BAR WAS FULL OF HOT GUYS!!!
We couldn't believe how exciting this was. Glasgow's not exactly renowned for its hot men after all (actually, coming to think of it, where IS??? Because if you let me know I am booking the first flight there!!!! Seriously . . .) But apparently THIS was where they all hung out.
I seem to recall we ended up there far longer than necessary purely because we had so many pretty things to look at.
A week or two later, we decided to revisit the bar, once again on a Sunday afternoon. It was with great excitement that we entered the bar, sat down and looked around.
No hot guys.
The only guy I even REMEMBER looked exactly like Peter Griffin from "Family Guy". Except in human, as opposed to animated, form.
(Why, yes, that WAS disturbing!)
Apparently the limited hot guy contingent of Glasgow had moved on without us.
I haven't worked out where they went.
Possibly they're no longer even IN Glasgow?
Perhaps it was a clever marketing ploy by the bar to lure in female punters?
Or did we temporarily stumble into some sort of Hot Guy Parallel Universe, like a random land at the top of the Far Away Tree???
I guess I'll never know.
But I'd LIKE to know . . .
Anyone found them??? (Dpn't be greedy - sharing's caring, okay???)