under the blanket

While doing the cheapo magazine-browsing thing at Borders, I flipped through the latest Cleo with its annual gratituous 50 Most Eligible Bachelors spread.

To my horror, I realised how much I've aged, since those days when my hostel mates and I always ended up with one copy each of that particular issue to ogle over. The next stage came a couple of years later, when I began recognising the guys featured, including my mudding buddy.

Now, I've progressed to the third level, where my friend's younger -- and I'm ashamed to admit, but he is rather cute -- brother is considered an Eligible Bachelor. The terminal stage will be when the sons of my peers make it to the Top 50.