Oh 1964
16 Feb
There’s a new man in my life. He’s terribly tall (I think) and dashing. He’s charming and eloquent and I get to see him every single day. On TV.
No, it’s not Chace Crawford*. I’ve moved on. My newest crush is…
He’s a news anchor at FoxNews. The only problem? He’s just a wee bit old. Actually, more like he-could-be-my-father old. And not he-could-be-my-father old at an early age like 15/16 (or 13 like this kid). More like he-could-be-my-father old at 26. Which means that he’s 45.
He doesn’t look that old. When I watched him on TV for the first time ever this morning (where on earth have I been?!?), I thought he was about 28 and so did my family. It was only once I googled his name that I found out the cold harsh truth.
I hate the cold harsh truth.
45.
*Gossip Girl has infuriated me. There are no new episodes till God knows when and the last ones were completely psychotic. It’s like they’ve taken a leaf out of the Secret Life of the American Teenager and gone haywire with the plot. I get that they want people to be interested but I’m still wtf-ing over the last episode. Or I would be if I could remember more than just the fact that Chuck wants in on some thing his dad was involved with and that Dan sucks.
Hey older men are much sexier then these younger guys. But thats just me. I want Clive Owen and he is exactly 2 decades older then I am.
Yeah, top that creep factor. =p