do you have a type?
the reason i ask is, well, i have a confession to make. one i’m certainly not proud of. you see, i loathe Drew Barrymore. not so much as a person (she might be just lovely…there i go again with the lovely…) but as an actress, because, well, for me, she’s right up there with Sandra Bullock. she couldn’t act herself out of a paper bag. and don’t get me started on the lisp. it’s not cute or endearing. it’s annoying to have to listen to for an entire 2-hour movie. just sayin’. so, i try my best not to watch her movies…even though all of my friends love the movie Ever After, including miss Aimee.
but…and here’s where the confession comes in.
on saturday night i watched one. an entire one. Never Been Kissed. and i *kinda liked it*. but, honestly, i didn’t even notice Drew. i was watching drooling over Michael Vartan.
yes, him
and some of you are all “Seriously? the Alias guy? seriously!?” and some of you are all “meh, he’s alright” and then there are those of you who are drooling right along with me…
Michael Vartan is my type. that is, if i had a type.
back when i was in high school and for many years after, my type was very clear. I liked the guys who looked like girls. the ones who were skinny and had light eyes and probably would never need to shave because they were completely hairless (which was a definite plus, because i don’t do hairy) for example, if i were in high school right now, i’d probably be in love with Zac Efron (please don’t tell my daughter i just said that) and i was always a Matt over Ben type of girl. surprisingly, though, i was always a Dylan over a Brandon (but i guess they both brought the pretty, didn’t they?)
but then, as i grew nearer to the big 3-0, my type started to shift a little bit. the prepubescent boys were starting to look just a wee too much like jailbait to me.
my new type became somewhat of a hybrid. but, like my favorite cheeto-loving trainwreck likes to say that she’s not a girl, not yet a woman, therein lie my tastes…they aren’t boys, but aren’t quite men. pretty, but not too pretty.
and this man will forever be on my list:
even when he looks like this
i’ll just have to give him a bath first. mmm..bath….
so, don’t hold it against me that i watched Never Been Kissed. and for god’s sake, don’t tell anyone!!!
ps. and i know I have six on my list. sue me. and i’ll add ewan mcgregor too if i want to…in a kilt, no less
new post up at Fabulous. Come on over and see the makings of my son’s mullet. it’s, um, lovely. mwah.
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