I had heard the rumors. Guys on the coasts were, on average, above average. When I went to Boston last week for the JEA/NSPA National High School Journalism Convention, I planned to find the lucky boy I was going to marry and learn about newspaper or whatever. To qualify, my future husband had to be a somewhat attractive individual of the opposite sex with a Bostonian accent. I like to set realistic expectations.
On the first day of the trip, I fell in love with the luggage guy at the airport and the waiter at 5 Napkin Burger. After that, I fell in love with everybody. I felt that everyone back home should be able to enjoy the Bostonian men’s incredible physique and fashion sense, so I became an expert at creeping. The quantity of pictures below is scarcely an adequate representation of the number of fake selfies I took on my trip in order to capture secret snapshots of the demigods behind me. Unfortunately, the majority of my photos completely missed my subject or were incredibly blurry–it’s hard to take quality photographs of people you don’t know without alerting them to your creepiness.
Click on a picture below and enjoy. If you live in Boston and happen to find a photograph in this gallery that resembles yourself, then I feel at legal obligation to inform you that all characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Did he see me? I think he saw me…
I had to take six pictures not actually of myself to get this one.
He might not look great from this angle, but this guy was Norwegian or something, so that increased his attractiveness by at least 247%
We went to this Mexican place that boasted of the “best tacos in Boston,” but they forgot to put up a plaque for the “most attractive patrons 2013” award.
At the Mexican restaurant, my journalism teacher and a yearbooker followed my example of including hot guys in the backgrounds of their selfies. I am such a trend setter.
He was cuter up close…
I am pretty proud of this picture. He didn’t notice me because I’m so stealthy.
In the subway station, dudes in trench coats with luscious hair and pumpkin spice lattes are commonplace.
I took this through the window of a Harvard dorm common room. At first, I was just staring in at the room’s incredible occupants, but then this Harvard hottie noticed me, so I pulled out my phone and asked him with my hands if I could take a picture. He said yes. I suppose I can go to Harvard, and we can get married. It will be just like Legally Blonde.
People thought I was taking an airport selfie, but I flipped the camera, for obvious reasons.
I’m not positive, but I’m pretty sure this is Zayn from One Direction.
Such a hipster, this guy.
I would like to end with this one because this is the one of which I am most proud. Note the guy to the right of me. If you look closely at his name tag, you will see a blue ribbon. That means his newspaper won a Pacemaker, which is kind of a huge deal. He is beyond perfect.