There are some clichés that are effective and timeless that one should exploit for a good cause when appropriate*. Princess Margaret Hospital Foundation’s annual Fire Fighter Calendar at XS Nightclub (yea, I didn’t know what that was either) last Thursday is an evening that I will relive in my mind for many days to come for several reasons, primarily watching twenty-two firefighters sometimes awkwardly, sometimes coyly, sometimes clumsily and sometimes damn sexily tear their clothes off, douse themselves in whipped cream and chocolate sauce on stage to a packed room of screaming, (vodka and cranberry) soaked women. 

While my friend Caley and I enjoyed our flirty chatter with a group of young firefighters the highlight was certainly the fifty-something grandfather who tore off his sleeveless shirt and worked it in cowboy boots. I am someone who is hard pressed to make blush as my day time foibles often include being told by a stranger at Starbucks that my dress is stuck in my thong, but I can admit that grandpa’s performance was shocking. Nothing is more refreshing that chatting with benevolent, upstanding, hardworking, un-ironic and HOT men. If there was plaid in the building it was not accompanied by a can of PBR. In fact, one classy (and topless) firefighter sipped his red wine quietly all night, thankyouverymuch.

Before attending this event, I can admit to eye-rolling the sexy firefighter cliché. After seeing this in action and being lifted by twin fire marshals as if I was Nicole Richie circa 2005, I will happily give in to the cliché of a hot fireman in nothing but his underwear and spray-on-tan dancing to Soulja Boy for a good cause. I hope no one’s home ever never burns down, but I won’t blame you if you’re tempted to pull the fire alarm after attending this. But don’t, because my firefighter twin boyfriends** won’t be very happy with you. 

~ Molly McGlynn