There isn’t much that Austinites have on Dallas. Their skyline is unimpressive, their highways are somehow even worse than ours, and Elon Musk is now their problem. Not many wins. However, there is one thing that seems to exist in abundance in Austin: hot men.
Let us be clear that there’s no scientific data to support this claim. We just recently took a weekend trip down to the weird city before Austin City Limits tourism tainted the control group, and the surplus of hotties was unignorable. Let’s just say, it’s a city of opportunity, not constrained to just one prototype of sexy.
In dive bar back alleys, there were 5 o’clock shadows taking drags of cigarettes and suavely bobbing to the squeaking strums of whoever the closest local musician was. We could have sworn a group of men drinking brews and playing Frisbee on the endless plane of Zilker Park had just walked off the cover of GQ. And you can’t forget the heel-toe click of the California-transplant cowboy wannabes strolling down Congress Street in tattered Wranglers…