Oh, my. Hell-O handsome!
I imagine Henry Cavill's DC lookalike also looks this way without a shirt on.
The man sword fights? I just don't know how you get any hotter. Unless...
...you are cast as Superman and therefore fulfill my Unicorn fantasy.
I spent the entire Metro ride trying to think up lines to get his attention. I considered handing him my business card and saying, all cool and seductively, "Call me." I thought about giving up my seat so I could stand next time him and fall into his arms when the train halted. I thought about pushing the blonde who was actually standing next to him off the train at the next stop. But I knew I wouldn't speak up, and I knew I was passing by the closest opportunity I'd ever have to meeting Henry Cavill.
As I relayed this to The Roomie tonight, she suggested, "You should've said, 'You look like my favorite actor. Want to buy me a drink?'"
So simple, yet so genius! But I'm wondering, how would a guy really respond to that? And what do I do if he says yes?
I realize I'm crazy. But not any more so than most girls. Case in point -- and, fellas, I could really use some male advice on this one...
My friend K and I spent New Year's Eve together this year. Unlike last year, where I got called a prostitute and the night was overall kind of a disaster, I opted for a party with 60 of K's acquaintances at Vinoteca. $85 got us Vinoteca's hors d'œuvres, an open bar with three minutes or less wait time, and a DJ spinning Top 40 hits and throwback jams, like every song off of "Jock Jams," you know, the good stuff from high school (if you graduated in the late '90s).
You may remember K from a while back -- we both broke up with our guys the same week then thought it would be a good idea to go out in public and ended up crying through our meal. I've known K since high school, and I was sad to see her sad, but her guy was making her compromise who she was to be with him, and that was worse. On New Year's Eve I saw the old K in action -- all dressed up, dancing, laughing, flirting with the DJ...
This isn't terrible, flirtng is fine. I always flirt with bartenders. Do I date them? No. That's what your early 20s are for. Once you hit your late 20s/early 30s you have to date men with
boring real jobs, like attorneys and analysts, who can provide emotional and financial stability.
I recently taught K how to use Twitter, so after a night of dancing, finding out all we could about DJ Cutie Pants, and talking smack about the girl with the pixie haircut who was also flirting with him, we walked back to my place and looked him up online. His picture looked AWFUL, like he hadn't slept in days and he had the flu and he had been drained of blood by a vampire. But that couldn't tarnish the image K had of him in her mind.
I didn't know K was still thinking about him until this past weekend when we went to Napoleon for another night of dancing. We asked the DJ to play a couple of songs, but that reminded K of DJ Cutie Pants and she began pining after him. So I asked our DJ if he knew DJ Cutie Pants. He did, and he borrowed my phone to tweet him right there, from my Twitter account. I'm not sure what good that did, but DJ Cutie Pants did tweet with K and me some that night and told us to come see him the next time he played. Unfortunately we'll both be out of town for a friend's bachelorette party that weekend. That night, after we went to our respective homes (and after I gave my number to the bartender...whoops), I went to sleep, but K apparently stayed up to do a little research.
The next morning I noticed a text from her, sent at 3:40 a.m. "DJ Cutie Pants is playing in Richmond this weekend. Let's go!"
On the one hand, I'm thrilled K is back in the saddle, even if that saddle is on a rabid horse that probably needs to be put down ASAP. But Richmond? If we show up in Richmond -- which is two hours away -- won't he find that a little odd? K says no because in the DJ community people travel all the time to see these shows. My argument is, since when are we part of the DJ community?
On the other hand, if anyone understands boy crazy, it's me. That bartender was really hot -- forget stability!
So, dear readers, what should we do?
The tally, including blog comments, Facebook comments, and tweets was: GO TO RICHMOND-6, DON'T GO TO RICHMOND-7.5 (guys's votes counted 1.5, at K's recommendation). That was a lot closer than I thought it would be, actually.
If that weren't enough, I just got word that DJ Cutie Pants posted on his Facebook this morning that he's in a relationship.
Aaaaaand...shut it down.