Throughout the history of the world it seems the bad dudes have held a mysterious sway over the girls. And by "history," I mean mine. And by "mine," I mean I've always had a thing for bad boys. Starting with this one:
Seriously...Blaine is a "major appliance, not a name." But Steff...oh, Steff...he was my Pretty In Pink crush, baby. Full-on. Even though I was twelve years old at the time, I knew it then. Andrew McCarthy was a cutie pie. But James Spader? Um...yeah...major pre-teen swooning. Steff smoked...Steff did drugs and had wild parties and wrecked his old man's house. I. Loved. Him. Much to my mother's chagrin, of course.
Hi there, Alexander Skarsgard, also known as Eric Northman. Yes, you are delicious, and yes, I am so glad True Blood returns in a few days. Because I love you. That is all.
Yes you are, my dear. Yes you are. And while his character has changed over the past 5 seasons of the best show to ever float across the airwaves,to me he will forever remain that snarky redneck who wasn't afraid to pull out his gun and use it. (That's what she said.) Ahem.
He couldn't be farther from a bad boy. I mean, look at him...slaving away over doctor-type stuff, pen behind his ear, wearing khakis, sporting a 'do that elicits "What branch of the military are you in?" queries from total strangers.
Say hello to Heather! Yes, that Heather...from SITS and Mindless Junque, of course. She's one of my sassiest friends, for sure. She has the ink...and she favors black polish, too. Sometimes her hair has bright red streaks in it. She rocks Hello Kitty like no other, I tell you. And, just as I dig the bad dudes, so does sweet Heather. Which is kind of funny, because she really is sweet (much sweeter than I could ever be) and her agreeing with me that James Spader was THE hottest thing in Pretty In Pink is kinda like hearing a three year old say a cuss word. It's shocking...hysterical...and totally catches you off guard.
Do we love a man who plays Xbox live with such fervent intent while surrounded by his twin daughters, one of whom has a face covered in something I'm assuming was really delicious? Of course we do. Because this man, like my man, is the real deal. No doubt.
It made me fall in love with him all over again. Yeah, I'm a sap. Yeah, I married a hot geek. Yeah, we're total opposites, but also exactly the same. I wouldn't have it any other way.