I drove through West Virginia recently and was hungry. I saw a billboard for a Hooters in Charleston or wherever. I don't think I've been to a Hooters since I visited chaucer in like '08, and I don't like their food. But I've literally never met a woman from West Virginia who wasn't Lehigh cheerleader-qualified, so I felt compelled to stop in and see if they could actually dig up some attractive women.
RESULTS:
Lehigh-esque. All of the ~5 girls wore tiny wifebeaters under their Hooters shirts which gave them truly epic muffin tops. I should've gotten pictures.
Also, I absentmindedly attempted to pay with a 20 Euro bill which this woman seemed to think was an Olive Garden gift card or something.
I used to do musical theater and I was handsome, it was super-std for me for a while there. No gays ever hit on me now...but a lady did the other day and I literally stammered and made glib jokes but didn't know what to say.
And I do remember my first trip to Hooters. I was 11 or 12, and the family went there for an uncle's birfday or something. I paid zero attention to the girls, and later when someone made some comment about our waitress's rack, I was genuinely confused because I hadn't noticed at all that we'd been surrounded by women with big boobs in tight low cut shirts. This all happened shortly before puberty really started kicking in, and I was in my last few months of just not caring about hot women. And iirc, this prompted several whispered discussions of "Well maybe he's not into girls" which I did not understand.