Assorted Crushes

After a conversation with a friend yesterday on the topic of men, specifically what we personally find attractive about them, I had the idea to post photos of just that on my blog: my "type". After an hour of brainstorming though, this is all I could come up with:

Stephen Malkmus

and the fact is, the above gentleman is nowhere near my normal "type", he was just the first person I thought of when thinking of sexy men. He's only actually sexy to me because he's Stephen Fucking Malkmus and, really, check out that smolder.

So what kind of dude am I normally attracted to? What makes me do a double-take and leer at the opposite sex in such a way that would make me uncomfortable if he were doing the same to me? Well yesterday I did a double-take in Mayfair market, but that's only because I'm pretty sure the guy who was looking me up and down like I was dinner was this dude:

who I initially confused with Simon Pegg for some reason, which indeed would have been a better sighting, but the man pictured above played the main character in the movie version of my favorite book ever written, so that's good too.

No, the men I find most attractive are ones I've actually had conversations with and either found to be funny/smart/exciting or have a dead parent, because that seems to be a reoccurring theme in the dudes I fall for, somehow. So instead of embarrassing myself by posting photos of those dudes, here's some vaguities in the "Assorted First Kisses" vein:

*I must have already met you a few times before my crush for you developed into something fierce. You made me laugh like no one ever has, but it was at your birthday party at some bar on Sunset Blvd. that we sat in a booth amongst a large crowd of drunk people and spoke quietly to each other that I realized how smart you were, too. I had it bad from there on out. I've yet to find anyone who makes me laugh the way you did. Also, you're the only guy I've ever purposely farted in front of, and you'll probably be the last.

*I already thought you were cute, very cute, but it wasn't until your friend complained that you were the most socially awkward person he had ever met that I really swooned. The beard helped, too. I'm a sucker for weird dudes with beards...and those who were of drinking age when I was in middle school.

*Never date the drummer. I'm not usually the type of girl who's into musicians, but now I know that it's really only the drummer one needs to worry about. Damn you were a good drummer, though. Luckily you didn't do enough damage for me to hate your band, as it's one of my favorites, but you did kill any naivete's I had about "nice guys", so thanks for that, Asshole.

*It was a beautiful Sunday and I ignored my slight hangover so I could attend the party. I didn't know anyone there, aside from my friend whom was bringing me along, but I figured it'd be a good way to get out of my shell and perhaps meet some new people. My heart did a double-take when I walked in the kitchen and met you. That hadn't happened to me for some time so I was a little taken aback. The WWII books you had lining the walls of your living room didn't help either. Had I known that several other girls were harboring a crush on you too, I wouldn't have bothered with my own, as I don't like sharing my daydream fodder. But who knew I was into mustaches??

Oh, just thought of another crush:

But that's a conversation best had with my therapist.

Now tell me about your crushes.