So Andy Roddick is off the market and I guess my stalkering habits on him failed in swooning his ego. Whatever. His Sports Illustrated model, Brooklyn Decker, just turned 20 and he is 25. I give the happy couple a year max--if they even walk down the isle.
And might I add this isn't the first time his hand has rocked the minor craddle. Wasn't it just a few years back he was secretly dating a senior at Austin High who now attends UT? And the creepier part of that relationship was the fact he met the girl through her dad, who was a contractor on his house in Austin--way to pimp out your barely legal daughter contractor man.
And Like I said, whatever SI model, I once had my moment with Andy that you'll never be able to touch. I was woofing down a burrito at Chipotle on the drag when his fine specimen of a self walked in. We definitely made eye contact/I starred his ass down awkwardly until he nervously left the place. This moment would have been grand had I not noticed after he had left I had rice and guacamole all over my left cheek. His nervous glances at me I had first considered bashful flirting were merely scared-watch-your-back-for-the-crazy-burrito-face-girl-who-won't-stop-staring-at-me glances. Sad day.
Oh well, I found a pretty toolish picture of him and his new fiance on Facebook...the picture is definitely up to par for his toolish status, especially after I read the last half of his blog Just because you have what I like to call a fine "abbey road" that you can bounce quarters off of doesn't mean you are above giving the old sauced lady a piece. And after you give the broad what she wants get back with Mandy Moore! I love that pout faced looks better as a brunette girl--but I do NOT like her movies, and she made less of them when she was with you. holla.
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