SAN DIEGO, CA—Bleacher Report writer Eric Gomez was settling into his usual routine of sitting in front of the computer. He opened a document with several article ideas and random notes, when something odd and unexpected happened.
"I opened up the website, logged on and clicked 'Write,' like I always do. Then, I just sat there. I couldn't remember why I was even there in the first place," remarked Gomez.
"I mean, I could see the empty little white space in the middle of the page, but I didn't know what to do." Sensing he might be suffering from some form of premature Alzheimer's disease, Gomez retraced his steps and tried to pinpoint where it went wrong.
Soon, he had his answer.
"It was that really hot girl in the ad. There I was, excited to write about the NFL, when suddenly, all I could see was...legs, and...underwear...belly button..."
Upon making this realization, Gomez drooped into a hazy look. Seconds later, he was once again unaware of what was happening, or even his whereabouts.
"Who are you guys again? What are we doing here?"
Dude, I don't even know what's going on right now.
This haze has been apparently responsible for his drop-off in articles written.
"It's not the first time this has happened. About a week ago, I was sitting there for about 30 minutes before I even realized something was wrong."
The San Diego, California native was unaware of what the ads were for, and even tended to almost ignore their purpose.
"Oh, me? Bet? Well, I'll put a couple of bucks on the Padres every March to win the World Series, and I guess I bet on the Super Bowl, but otherwise I don't really care. Why do you even ask?" He questioned, his hazy look returning for a few moments.
Looking confused and worrisome, he said the ads have made him wary of other websites on the Internet as well.
"You mean there's other companies that use extremely hot chicks to sell stuff too? Oh God, how the heck am I supposed to update my Fantasy Football team every week with that on my mind?"