Here I am on vacation with my family feigning a round of golf.
After teeing off and hitting the ball all of three feet, we would just pick it up and drive to the next hole.
I had no interest in it - besides being able to drive the cart.
While I am hamming it up for this photograph, having a hand placed sassily somewhere near my hip was a pose that had been well-practiced at this point in my life.
All that summer we listened to George Michael's Faith album on cassette endlessly, and I was mesmerized by how cool it was.
Looking at it now, I feel so, so lucky that my parents let me fruit out as much as I wanted to.
Colby's first, famous-person same sex crush: