So much sexy. So much cute. Sorry if I'm drooling. |
WELL.
Not only is he absolutely drool worthy, apparently he's too adorable for words in personality. A friend of mine sent me this quote of his about his idea of his perfect woman:
"[she] must love decorating for holidays, mischief, kissing in cars, and wind chimes. no specific height, weight, hair color, or political affiliation required but would prefer a warm spirited non racist. cynics, critics, pessimists, and “stick in the muds” need not apply. voluptuous figures a plus. any similarity in look, mind set, or fashion sense to mary poppins, claire huxtable, snow white, or elvira wholeheartedly welcomed. i am dubious of actresses, fellons and lesbians but dont want to rule them out entirely. must be tolerant of whistling, tickle torture, james taylor, and sleeping late. i have a slight limp, eerily soft hands, and a preternatural love of autumn. i once misinterpreted being called a coal-eyed dandy as a compliment when it was intended as an insult. i wiggle my feet in my sleep, am scared of the dark, and think the Muppets Christmas Carol is one of the greatest films of all time. all i want is butterfly kisses in the morning, peanut butter sandwiches shaped like a heart, and to make you smile until it hurts."
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I melted. I MELTED when I read that. I squealed and melted in my seat. Who SAYS these things anymore? This is the kind of thought process girls swoon over, and would take a man in a heartbeat if he said these things and MEANT them. Well, maybe that's just me. But this is too damned adorable, and I am so jealous as to whoever snatches him up. I could very well be his perfect woman. I COULD VERY WELL BE HIS PERFECT WOMAN. And I know I won't be, but it's still okay to dream a little, right?
Now, I apologize for all the fan girl squealing and drooling and staring. Return to normal begins in three...two...
OH WAIT IS THAT HIM TOO?! |
I think this is going to take a while.
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