If there are three hip men you never want to mess with, it’s Jon Dascola, Geoff Barnes and Cameron Hunt.
We were walking, as three hip men in New York do: on the sidewalk. We were in the presence of Ladies. Geoff’s fiancee Julie and her sister, Natalie. They were walking, as beautiful women in New York do: on the sidewalk. They were several steps ahead of us.
A man approached the Ladies. A muscular and tattooed man. A man with a friend who was going to say something he shouldn’t. And for a second, he thought he was going to get away with it.
He started to utter, “Hey do you ladies …”, as the three hip men caught up. The man, now out-numbered and somewhat surrounded, tailed off abruptly. He then sheepishly muttered something like, “Oh.”
Oh was right.
He was no match. No match for Jon’s slim tie. For Geoff’s subtle mustache and scarf. For Cameron’s rolled-up jeans. For each of our sweaters that we layered over each of our collared shirts.
He made the right choice and left.
