"Come on. Ben is by far the sexiest. It's all about the facial hair. A beard means that a man is really a man," Kevin assured her.
"You don't have any facial hair," I said.
"Quiet."
"I thought Jerry had the beard," NiNi questioned.
"No, Kevin is right. Ben has the beard. But I'm going to have to argue about him being the sexiest. Women like a clean shaven man. I think Jerry would win," Erin said.
"Well, isn't Ben married, then?"
"No, that would be Jerry," Erin stated. "Her name is Elizabeth. But I really don't see what that matters."
It had been going on for hours, most of the way from Buffalo to Albany. The great debate over who was sexier: Ben or Jerry. We had been thinking about being alone with one of the ice cream gods since we first left Fargo, but now that we were little less than a state away from the fine men, it seemed that we had warrant to debate their good looks.
"Jerry is four days older than Ben," Erin commented. "Women like older men. I think Jerry would win out."
"Well, neither of them are Greg Brown," I interjected, having fallen behind in Ben and Jerry sex-appeal knowledge somewhere around Syracuse.
"I guess Mel doesn't want either, then. That leaves NiNi and I to fight over who gets Jerry, and who gets Ben," Erin said.
"I guess."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Kevin sounded hurt. "What about me?"
NiNi, Erin, and I looked at each other and nodded knowingly.
"I mean, uhh, who can i give my original flavor idea to if you each, ummm, are with them?"
"Sure Kev." I said.
"Alright, well, it seems the vote is up to you NiNi. Ben or Jerry?"
