Fayner Posts: Hey, remember Eric Hunter? The former Mr. Shy Love? Yeah, that’s him.
You prolly thought he’s been deep into heroin or booze because losing Shy was so damn painful. Seems you are wrong.
I ran into Eric last week at the Stan Lee party in Hollywood.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
“Awesome!” he shouted. “I’m with Ms. Washington State!“
“Good for you,” I said slowly as I looked around for a woman. I pretended to shake an imaginary hand to an imaginary woman who stood next to Eric. “Nice to meet you.” I feared looking this demented soul in the eye. Imagine, making up a woman ’cause you’re so torn over your ex-girl. Geez.
“No, dumbass, she’s in the bathroom.
“Oh.”
A moment later she appeared. We were introduced. I could tell Eric was a bit nervous having me chit-chatting with his normal girlfriend.
“So,” I said, giving his girl the pagaent once-over. “If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?”
“Huh?”
“Okay, fine. If you could suck anyone’s cock throughout history, living or dead, who would it be?”
And they split, just like that.