Now this is an iconic photo.
Whenever I walk by an Abercrombie & Fitch store, I can feel the burning eyes of the gatekeeper male models at the door, encouraging me to keep walking and not even try to enter their store, designed exclusively for guys with smooth Marky Mark bodies.
So I can’t imagine the daggers those minimum-wage hunks must have when Bill Gates walks by.
Perhaps Bill’s billions of dollars provide a bit of consolation for him.
I rather enjoy going into A&F. Of course, I go with an adorably cute younger friend of ours… he’s 25, looks about 19, and has the perfect body for A&F. (If you’ve ever tried on A&F clothes, their XL is the equivalent of the rest of the world’s Medium.) I always relish the looks I get from the A&F staff; the straight guys are a little perplexed, but the gay guys and the straight girls look at my friend, then at me, and smile figuring if they play their cards right they’ll be able to get me to pay for a few hundred bucks worth of stuff for my boy-toy.