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I was asked earlier this week why I haven’t posted any Hoots stories recently so I decided it might be time for one about the man from Alabama with the voice of an angel. Or the devil. You choose, I just know it was wonderful.

I was dorking around yesterday asking people randomly about what they thought of Alberto Gonzales and no one seemed to care very much for him. These are just folks and they aren’t the type that are going to protest nor are they the type that  are going to waste an evening on him either. Apparently he did let the press in as there was a story this morning from the Jackson Sun and my younger uber-bromance Maxey went. I don’t think he was much impressed if the state of his twitter stream is any indication. He’s going to fill me on at lunch about what happened.

So I was talking to the guy I’ve told you before that has to watch Days Of Our Lives (which he calls his stories) and he was talking about Stefano or something, who to my knowledge has most likely died about 15 times. I was charmed that here is this man who is so comfortable within his own skin that he will tell even the biggest dude in a bar to shut the hell up if his “stories” are on. I like people who are comfortable in their own skin. Alas, I couldn’t find Mr. Jimmy, who I knew would have a few choice words about Gonzales because the man knows everything because he reads about 23 hours a day.

A guy came in as I was fixin’ (I’m southern) to leave and I have to tell you, if I could have married his voice on the spot, I would have.

“I grew up around here,” he said with the sexiest drawl I’ve heard in awhile. “But I moved to Alabama when I was a kid.”

The way he said Alabama would have made your toes curl. He went to light a cigarette, and we told him that wasn’t allowed and he just laughed.

“You can’t burn one in a bar?” he said with a big grin. We told him there were bars where he could smoke, but this was a 18+ restaurant and it just wasn’t allowed. I did ask him to say Alabama again for me and he gave me a smile with the whitest teeth I’ve ever seen.

I’m many things, but I ain’t shy. He said it again and he was probably thinking “What the hell is wrong with this woman?” but he placated me.

I could tell he was military in some form or fashion. He asked where the best places were around Hoots and we let him know.

It was one of those times that I really wanted to ask a person to just read the telephone book for me, so I could just listen to him.

He left after a few minutes and I realized that you can find sexy just about anywhere. I’ll remember that voice.

Dang.