When I'm surfing on TV, I find myself always ending up on Channel 45, which is The Weather Channel.
First off, I'm fascinated by weather _ how it is here in the winter time (ugh), how it is near Tampa, the nudist capital of the world (yeah!).
That's the biggest part of it.
The other part, I'll admit, is sexual attraction to the weather girls.
The girls on the weather channel hypmotize me.
For some reason, Cheryl Lemke might not be the most beautiful but she's close and I love her.
Love her.
Not in a stalking way, or a brotherly way or even a totally lustful way but in a I-wish-I-knew-her-but-know-I-won't-ever-even-meet-her kind of way.
I would break my own personal ban on marriage to marry Cheryl Lemke.
It's that intense.
She's a sweetheart.
Of course, there's Kristina Abernathy but every guy lusts after her. (Hell, I wouldn't kick her out of bed and she's probably the most beautiful, but give me Cheryl Lemke any day and I'll be happy.)
Then there's the feisty girl in the morning, Alexandra, I like her because she's flirty with the old guy with the gray hair.
Who can forget Kim Perez? Or Sharon Resultan? Or Stephanie Abrams, Jen Carfagno or Heather Tesch? You get the idea. I could go on and on.
Hillary Andrews is so enthusiastic about the weather and her job it is scary in an appealing way, if that's possible. She works with the Oriental guy at 10 a.m. (Sorry, guys, I can't remember your names. You just get in the way anyhow.)
Locally, I love Cecily Tynan and Carol Erickson. Incredible examples of some well-structured DNA.
Beautiful.
Unattainable, but beautiful nonetheless.
Back to my fascination with The Weather Channel, though.
I've felt this way ever since finding TWC about 10 years ago.
Incredibly, I read an interview with Bill Cosby the other day.
This is what he said when someone asked him what he liked in the way of TV shows:
"I find myself always ending up on The Weather Channel," Cosby said.
Me, too, Bill.
Me too.
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