the muscle queen is a sorority girl
The scene: Me and my friend Randy, walking to a bar in the Castro earlier tonight.
Randy: Check him out.
(We walk by a guy, mid-thirties, bulging muscles, shaved head. He’s wearing a ringer shirt that says “SIGMA OMICRON PI, FALL RUSH 1998″ that hugs his giant biceps, camoflage pants, and smoking a cigarette, probably used as an accessory, the way girls have purses to match their shoes. I snicker.)
Randy: What? You don’t think he’s hot?
Ernie: No, it’s not that. Look at his shirt. He’s not going to have to worry about bumping into any real Sigma Omicron Pi members in the Castro.
Randy: Why not?
Ernie: Because it’s a sorority. An Asian Sorority.
Randy: Ohmygod.
Ernie: The poor thing. He probably bought it at a second-hand store to look all butch. Maybe I should tell him.(We pass by the guy, and I make eye contact. I guess he noticed me staring at his chest and mistook it for me cruising him, because he scoffs, kinda rolls his eyes and walks away.)
Ernie: Or maybe I won’t.
If anyone sees a guy in the Castro wearing a green shirt with ΣΟΠ on it, ask him if he learned the principle of awareness of women in Asian culture while in college, won’t you? (I will admit, the shirt fit him pretty well, though.)
