Los Angeles. The city of friends. Christopher Columbus called it that because everyone just gets it. Look no further than the infamous L.A. traffic — folks just can't get enough of each other!
I was walking along the road when I noticed Melvin Gordon hanging out on his balcony. No matter the smog levels, you can always spot a potential friend from a mile away even without using your friend finder (editor's note: we don't encourage telescopes for non-astrological purposes.) I made my way up to Melvin's apartment with nothing but hope that our friendship would be as fast as this stud running back is.
How could I not be intimidated by the former Wisconsin Badger? He's strong as heck and has an eye for fashion that left me trembling in my near crotchless shorts. But when have I let holes in my clothing or logic stop me? I believe in myself to show Melvin that I can be a source for friendship as well as inspiration. Is it enough for Melvin Gordon to be my friend? No matter what, I'm getting tacos after, just hopefully in celebration and not self-loathing.