I’m not sure why, but I haven’t really taken a taste of BG proboy Dick Rick. He looks hot. He sweats nicely. His ass looks awfully sweet in tight briefs. But I haven’t seriously sampled the goods there yet.
That’s probably why it took me a little while to place a familiar face I saw in a national jewelry store commercial recently. The first time I saw it, the hot, muscled hunk proposing to his girlfriend as they wash the car caught my eye. Nice looking hottie, I thought. I wouldn’t grouse like a nasty bitch just because he bought the ring at “Ritzy Jewelers,” if he offered to make an honest man out of me. The second time I saw the commercial, I thought to myself, not only is he hot, he’s vaguely familiar. The glimpse of some awesome six pack abs underneath his wet t-shirt at the end of the commercial triggered something. That face. Those abs. Where have I seen this guy?
I think it was the third time I saw it, when he sweeps his girlfriend up in his thick arms in a bearhug, that it dawned on me. Look at that bearhug… Hey! That’s Dick Rick! That’s fantastic!
Dick is pitched just right for this low budget commercial. He sells a fast and silly premise with zero dialogue and an annoying co-star (I know I’m projecting, and I’m fine with that). Soaking him down at the end of the commercial so that we all get hint of those thick, round pecs and sliced up abs is genius marketing. First and foremost a pro, Dick sells.
Still, he’s wasted on hocking engagement rings. I seriously wish him nothing but outstanding commercial success, but I’d much prefer to see him selling a savage boot heel planted into my top contender for the title of my favorite homoerotic wrestler, non-pornboy division, Joshua Goodman (that’s Mr. Joshua to you).
I like seeing the performers in the homoerotic ranks of professional wrestling out and about in the mainstream world. There’s something even sexier about the image of a beautiful hunk who sells engagement rings to happy couples by day and climbs into the ring and dishes out hunk-destroying punishment by night. Still, I can think of a lot better reasons to see this man down on one knee than a commercial for engagement rings.
Sidelineland 
OK so it took three times but looks like the hippocampus part of the brain finally kicked in, something about neural connections being formed that causes our senses to express neurological signals that go right back to the same part of the brain as before, the part where memory is stored, what’s called relational memory. I like the fact that it was the physical aspect (the bear hug) that caused the pieces to come together, after all wrestling’s erotic aspects are just as much about the look of the opponent as they are about the opponents ability to toss us around or be tossed around convincingly.