We all know about the bullshit artists who say they’re models and then show up and turn out to be hand models with the face of a carb-drenched werewolf.
And then there are all those self-proclaimed hotties whose web photos must have been shot through gauze and then smeared in gray vaseline.
In reality, they do indeed look like Brad Pitt — but only at the end of Benjamin Button.
But has the impossible ever happened and a hookup’s actually looked better than his/her photos?
Have they ever showed up at your door — or a friend’s door — and nabbed the reaction, “Shit! Bingo! Jackpot! I was prepared for Godzilla, but this one’s God plus a cherry on top”?