I can’t remember the last time I had a “crush” on a celebrity type person. Oh sure I think Hugh Jackman and Liam Neeson are handsome manly men, and not the sterotypical pretty boys of Hollywood, but as far as a real crush…hmmm…I think my son’s peditrition is very crushable!
We only see him once, maybe twice a year tops. I often wonder if the poor sexy Dr. has dozens of moms bringing in their kids with minor coughs or less, just for a visit with him.
Jeff Goldblum. I know, I know…everyone rides me about it, but damn if he just doesn’t completely do it for me. If you haven’t seen Mr. Frost, you probably won’t understand, but if you have – well, there you go. He lets his sexiness run rampant in that flick and that was where I learned that he was the potion for my lust. The way he talks, moves, everything. It’s sad, really, I know he’d never give me a second glance, but DAYUM!
Oh, and I have this fantasy involving the Wilson brothers…Luke behind, because I just find Owen so pretty to look at.
I am a fan of all of her assets, but her sex tape and opinions from one of her high school classmates have dampened my lust somewhat. But the girl is hot.
Celebrity crush—Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs. Humina-humina-humina!
RL crush—the guy who used to be my office mate, Derek. He’s my “adopted” little brother but damn and more damn, if I was younger and not married, I’d be all over him like a cheap suit.
Tho the movie was ok, and the girl was awful, I loved him in Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. The right accent, the right look, and dear god, the right clothes.
I always stop what I’m doing when the motorcycle commercial comes on to ogle the blonde. Then I think, “What in the hell do I want with a girl that would do a caveman?”