I"m In Love With George Clooney - am I'm A Hetero Male

On Saturday the SO and I stayed by the pool all day, getting nice and crispy (turning every half hour and basting throughout 'til we reached a delicious golden brown). At the end of the day we kicked around a few ideas, but finally settled on Chinese takeout and a movie. Why not? We’d been drinking Margarittas all day, had a nice, mellow buzz on, the Chinese place and video store were within walking distance - we’d just sort of blob out for the rest of the night.

The movie pick was hers, and she went for “Ocean’s Eleven.” Fine with me - sort of mindless, not too heavy or deep - perfect for the kind of day we’d already had. We pop the tape in, serve up the Dragon and Phoenix and…

Damn - George Clooney. It may have been the lighting, it may have been the makeup, it may have been the Margarittas, but both SO and I agreed that George Clooney is one extraordinary looking man. He put Brad Pitt to shame (according to the SO).

So, there you have it. I am now officially in love with another man. I hope my parents understand. The SO is fine with it.

You are a brave soul. I, too, am a confirmed heterosexual male. (Bring me a broad. I’ll bang her right now.) But that George Clooney. That is a handsome specimen.

That’s OK, plnnr—I’m a heterosexual woman, but I’d do Ute Lemper in a second. Well, I hope it would take longer than THAT, but you know what I mean . . .

[P.S. All my H’wood pals tell me that Geo. Clooney is a Genuinely Nice Guy, so you picked a good crush]

We play a game occasionally in the pub - take a couple: the woman has to agree to let her male SO bang four celebrity women… but in return her fella has to say which guy celebrity he’d bang. And then of course vice versa.

Johnny Depp for me, every time.