Nightlife Psychology.

Guys spend money.

Guys follow women.

Guys spend money on women.

Attract the women into your club. Get the guys into your club who are following the women. The guys buy drinks for the women. And suddenly you have a successful club.

I never would have thought it, but in my job, I have seen more beautiful women than I ever knew existed. I shot porn stars, bikini contests, playboy bunnies and everything in between. So, Thursday night was a nice break….because I shot GUY hotties.

Just John’s in the Grove was having an auction/event for wildlife. Hell, I don’t really know. Who cares. When there were guys that looked like this????

Do you know how rarely I actually get to see topless, handsome, toned men? I get to see cute guys, sure… I mean, they are all over the clubs and usually talking to prettier women than me…. But THIS night???? This night I got to see delectable pieces of candy who look like Taylor Freakin’ Lautner!

And, bonus points…THIS GUY WAS STRAIGHT. If I was any other kind of woman, after a year+ of photographing in a the arid desert of beautiful women, I could have made some REALLY bad decisions. (Sometimes I really wish I was the “other kind of woman”)

Ok, I know you want to see another one of the age-friendly version of Taylor Lautner, right? Oh hell… I don’t care if you do, I do!

Hang on… you gotta give me a minute.

Have you noticed they all have a tattoo of Just John on their body? I wonder if this is an initiation or just some sticker. I’d be willing to do the research to find out.

And my night STARTED with this little morsel of hunkiness.

I’m not complaining about my job. I love my job. I looooooove my job. But maybe, don’t tell anyone, maybe I had more fun that night than usual.

It’s basic psychology, people. I’m surrounded by beautiful women and the men that want to get them drunk. I rate on the “hey she’s cute” level somewhere around mid-range, but I’m always sober. I am constantly CONSTANTLY having to build up my ego next to the bikinis, porn stars, bunnies and everything in between.

So…. A big BIG BIG thank you to the men (and women) at Just John’s. PLEASE invite me out next time you have an event. Maybe by then I’ll be a different kind of woman. (Here’s hopin’.)