I like the Sprint commercial with the “soap opera star” and I like the way the woman in the commercial is trying to listen to the men talking, but she’s just mesmerized by the shirtless, pouting soap opera guy. Oooo, baby!
I used to have a crush on the goateed computer programmer guy in the Volkswagon Golf? Jetta? commercial. He has a line like, “When you’ve been typing code for eleven hours, you need to get away” or something. Then at the end he leans into the camera and says, “In real life, there is no Reset button.” Totally weird, because that kind of bearded, scrawny, coffee-drinking dot-commer is so not my type IRL.
Wacky. I love the commercial, but it’s because I find the husband strangely attractive. Maybe it’s because he’s apprarently not bothered by his wife’s affection toward another man, which pings my polydar. Or maybe I just admire a man who’s so secure in himself that he can show affection toward another man, indeed, a near stranger, on national TV.
Hate the sing and the commercial.
Right now, I’ve got a thing for the English stewardess in the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter commercial.
“We only serve that in the ultra-mega-platinum first class.”
Well, I thought I’d pop in to say that I’m in love with the girl in the Kaluah commercial…
Best description about it: Three guys and her are playing pool, she looks at them walks buy them closely and then kisses one of them as confirmation that he was drinking the kaluah.
Oh my god…don’t get me started on that commercial. For a while, my boyfriend and I had planned to write an angry letter to Mitsubishi about how we strongly objected to their portrayal of epilepsy as something fun. We were going to write about how tasteless it was to show a girl having a seizure to music and say that if this was how the youth of America got their kicks, we wanted no part of it.
the Orbit gum girl. She’s “fabulous!” I’d get dirty with her anyday.
She’s been in multiple commercials. In Circuit City, her husband goes running off like a kid in a toy store as she rolls her eyes. In some software/synch commercial, she tells a guy she loves him, he stares blankly, she leaves, then he responds in kind. And in one of those “Take me with you” SUV commercials, she pulls up to a toll booth and is harrassed by the toll taker. Multi talented!
My car commercial crush: I think it’s for Hyundai, but I could be wrong. Anyway, it’s the one where this couple is sitting in a diner booth, and it sounds like they’re breaking up; she’s telling him how she needs to try new things, she needs adventure, or something like that. Turns out she just wants to drive his new car, and he reluctantly lets her.
She’s hot. She should break up with the guy who had to be talked in to letting her drive his car and give me a call. She can drive my car anytime she wants to, if you know what I’m sayin’.
All the women in that commercial are hot: the head-bobber lip-syncher, the three black chicks groovin’ together, the blonde through the passenger window on her side. It got to the point that my wife would tell me when the commercial came on (since being open about it was easier then finding an excuse to quickly wander by the TV in time, every time)
This is actually Bailey’s Irish Cream, not Kahlua.
I know this because I notice this commercial every time, specifically because I’m trying to figure out if this is really and truly supposed to be a gang-banging quartet. She’s clearly out and about with all three guys, and at the end of the commercial she’s choosing to neck with the one who’s got the taste of her liquer on his lips. If one of the other two had swiped the drink, the commercial implies, she would have tongued him instead.
Really, I can’t see any other way to read this. It’s dirty.
I am strangly attracted to the guy (Mark) in the “What do you think this is, a Holiday Inn?” commercials. He’s grungy, balding, and living with his parents, but I find him inexplicably sexy.
