I'll add to that.
I told Alex that if God sent down a bolt of lightning and commanded me to find a man to give some loving to, and if I knew this was an actually message from the heavens, and I knew that it was the Holiest of holy commanding I have a go with a dude, thereby giving me no other option but to burn in hell...........
I'm tracking Alex's cute ass down.
I swear I couldn't talk to that guy long before I would catch myself staring into his deep blue eyes.
So I bought myself a pair of tinted lens, wore them all day at practice and tournaments, finished out the season, and then quit the team. He basically ended my playing career.
On a more serious note, he is the only man that I have ever been around that actually had LOTS of girls stop what they were doing, drop on going conversations with others, and walk across the street to stop him and introduce themselves. It literally became a sport for us.
We would scan the bar (or whatever crowd we were in) and try to be the one who spotted the girl who happened upon Alex and couldn't resist coming to say hello. We kept points and everything.
No BS -- there were nights in Mardi Gras and Vegas where the score was something like 4-6-3-2 for the four guys playing. Amazing. Literally 15+ girls just came from nowhere to say "Hi, I'm Kelly. Are you busy tonight? Care if I join you?" --- It was like the bizarro world. The GIRLS wouldn't even bother asking HIS name for the first 20 minutes of the conversation.
I'm confident enough in my manhood to say the man is one good looking dude.
I'm also skeptical enough about religion that if God actually told me to screw a guy, I'd start looking into Scientology, Budhism, or praying to the Great Pacific Islands Bannana God the following morning.