The other week I went to a bar in Santa Monica and saw none other than Alex Pettyfer. It was a brief sighting, but forever lives in my mind and my heart.
I’m just having the loveliest Sunday afternoon/evening with some friends, getting my drink on.
That’s when I saw Alex Pettyfer,
and my whole being was like:
Because not only was he present before me, but he was also in a very intense game of ping-pong and it was HOT.
It basically took everything in my power to not do exactly this.
After all, you know what they say about a guy who knows how to grip a ping-pong paddle, right?
(They say absolutely nothing about that, but that won’t stop us from suggesting he’s good with his hands, mmmkay?)
Anyway, it didn’t look like he and his friends were really keeping score—just having the best time ever, whipping his balls around in the air.
I don’t watch ping-pong on ESPN or anything, but he seemed pretty good.
Do they have ping-pong on ESPN?
Regardless, I didn’t want to seem like a creep, so I made a suave exit before I started cheering like it was a real televised match.
Let’s just say Alex could ping-pong on my table any day, heyyyyyyyyy!