Yes, dear readers, you read it right. And no, I haven't joined forces with Girls Gone Wild, nor have I accepted any of my recent offers to 'launch' my 'acting-slash-modeling-slash-escort' career.
Nope. In a completely characteristic stroke of selflessness, I'm writing this on behalf of the West's most eligible young missionary - the handsome, strapping, sensitive Aaron Radford.
He needs hot girls. Well, let me clarify. He needs hot girls who dig pen-pal type relationships and have a thing for delayed gratification. And since I am but a 26-year-old Californian who lacks access to a wealth of just-graduated mormon cuties (not to mention that I'D never write letters ad nauseam to a boy who lacked the time and geographical convenience to spend all day complimenting and/or buying presents for me), I come to you, dear readers. Below is an excerpt from A-Rad's last heartfelt plea:
"kristin* i need your help..i need hot girls to start writing me so i have some prospects when i get home...heres my address...send me cookies and i love you...thanks for everything sis....love
(address available upon request)
hey seriously about the girls..ha ha...but for real, serisouly..just show em some pics from my facebook or something..hey i love you...im lookin forward to snickerdoodles..hey go home sunday..i get to call! i dont have your number! call mamma bear..i love you."
I'll take care of the snickerdoodles, people. You take care of the girls. Peruse the pics -- I offer all this plus some rockin' taste in music and a lil bit 'o spanish romance.




