Men, Men, Yummy Men

With everything that has happened this week, I have decided to go from the emotionally draining to pure lust. It works for me tonight. I have been told I have unusual taste in men. Perhaps this is true. Generally speaking, I don't like pretty boys. My nephew and I watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith while he was here (it's PG-13) and he asked if I thought Brad Pitt was handsome. Well...no. Not really. The exception to my pretty boy rule is Orlando Bloom. There's something about him. But generally, give me a man who isn't pretty. Who doesn't look like he will take longer to get ready to go out than I do. Who has seen some life and wears it well. Men like...

Brian Dennehy ~ who has been my number one celebrity crush since I was a teenager.



Morgan Freeman ~ who is so cool he makes Samuel L. Jackson look like he's trying too hard. Plus, he taught me to read when he was on Electric Company lo those many, many years ago. Hard to get cooler than that.



Chow Yun Fat ~ Who moves like a dream and smiles like a god.

Now, before you ask, no, they don't have to be old. Let us not forget...

Joaquin Phoenix ~ who is just going to get better and better as he ages

Josh Hartnett ~ who just makes me happy

Johnny Depp ~ who outgrew being a pretty boy quite nicely in my opinion

Still, I've got nothing against pretty boys. They just aren't usually my type. Except of course, for Orlando.



Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.