the hottest mayor...

What's the best thing about San Francisco? The fact that we have, hands down, the hottest mayor in America.
Bonnie just called me in hysterics from work, as Gavin is due to arrive any minute and give all of Gymboree a speech, I'd imagine thanking them for moving their offices to San Francisco, which Gymbo just did. She screamed this information at me, then ran off to get a seat in the front row.
Here's the thing. I know he's smart, talented, good at his job, etc. But he's breathtaking, perfectly dressed, and named Gavin, for crying out loud. He might as well be Troy or Blaine, for that matter. How are we supposed to take him seriously when he's so damn pretty.
Zoe has weekly encounters with Gavin, as she works in his office. Bitch. Actually, she works in Charlotte Shultz's office, planning parties for dignitaries and refugees. Charlotte is the grande dame of San Francisco society, and has a wing of the Mayor's office just for her fabulousness. She also has Zoe. And thus, my best friend has extraordinary access to, I can't say it enough, the hottest mayor in America.
I've met Gavin 3 times, and each time, he surpassed all of my expectations, both in the charm and aesthetic departments. He even smells divine. The only area in which Gavin is lacking is in his much discussed hair gel use. He must go through a bottle a week, his hair formed into a shiny black helmet of pomade. While I've never had the pleasure of running my hands through it, I often imagine it, and I'm willing to bet Gavin's hair isn't as touchable as one would hope. But that is his only flaw. And it's fixable.
As I type this, Bonnie is probably sitting front and center in some big room, winking and licking her lips at, once again, the hottest mayor in the United States of America.