Cristiano Ronaldo, international soccer star/metrosexual/devout rosary wearer extraordinaire has landed on this side of the world. His tan, taught man chests are–at this very moment–breathing in the Los Angeles smog. Can you feel the air getting prettier? Perhaps there is the slight smell of over-cologning? We imagine Cristiano to be the sort of lad who wears a heavy scent. And not just the one from his man-musk. But we digress. Cristiano was photographed in Beverly Hills last night having dinner and no one knew who the hell he was. Is that some craziness, or what? We wish we would have been there because then the coast would have been clear for us to make our move and Cristiano, surely would have responded. Right? Right? Crickets.
