Mark promised me that there were no rules, so here goes:
Bruce Willis. There is something sad and mischievous about his face that is just so hot. Plus, he’s bald.
James Gandolfini. Okay, it is a bit of a downer that he passed away this year, but he still is near the top of my list. As Tony Soprano, he showed that he could be a dirty tough guy and a loving husband, both at once.
Seth Myers. He made me laugh a contact lens out of my eye when we saw him live earlier this year. I can only imagine what it would be like to be alone with him.
Dan Savage. He just looks like he would be up for anything. Maybe he’s not all gay.
Anne Hathaway. But Mark already knew that. I won’t discriminate on her hair. I’d probably mostly want to look at her.
This guy. He’s a hottie, yes. But there’s more to him than that. He knows what he wants out of life, he goes after it, but he doesn’t get wrapped up in it. That’s sexy.
Then there’s N. His writing cracked me open. He made me look inside and see what else was there. I don’t have a picture and I don’t even know what he looks like, but he’s lurking here on my list anyway.
And I’d be lying if I didn’t mention the tall, handsome dad in the kindergarten playground, and the mom with the cool tattoos. Don’t worry, Mark. Seriously.
So, you might notice that unlike Mark, I don’t have a type. My attractions are varied, and they pop up unexpectedly, out of nowhere. I’m not attracted to one particular type of body, or one particular type of person. If you make me think, I will probably like you. If you make me laugh, I will definitely like you. And if you make me feel, well, I’m yours.
It does feel good to post again.