Hot Michael

April 20, 2018

Hi friends. It's been a while.

I'm sitting here and Billie Jean came on my Spotify playlist, which reminded me of the legend of Hot Michael (he really liked doing Michael Jackson karaoke, okay?).
When I was a sophomore in college (I feel so old saying that), there were like 5 Michaels in my ward. Seriously. It was actually really confusing.
There was one in particular who I may or may not have thought was very cute, so I took to referring to him as "Hot Michael." You have to differentiate somehow, right?
I talk a lot. And I talk about guys a lot (I don't know what's going to happen now that I'm getting married because I don't think my friends want to hear how cute I think Jamison is). So pretty soon, a large majority of the girls in my ward started referring to him as Hot Michael (unbeknownst to him).

I am the queen of stupid nicknames. I liked this guy freshman year of college named *Nate. Well, *Nate was really cute, so, as one does, I took to calling him Cute Nate. Eventually, after he made me a peanut butter sandwich and I ate it even though I hate peanut butter (don't change yourself for boys), he broke my heart (I think he stopped texting me or something, I'm just being dramatic), so his name was changed to Nincompoop Nate. Classic.

Anyways, back to Hot Michael. I think we somehow eventually told Hot Michael that we all called him Hot Michael and he was flattered (although probably creeped out). He knows that I was the one who started it all, so basically the moral of the story is, if you want to help someone's self esteem, just call them Hot [Insert Name Here] and then they can tell their grandchildren someday about the weird girl who caused everyone to call them Hot [Insert Name Here].
You're welcome for being weird.

Yours truly,
McKay


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