Alexutzu
Take a look at this guy. Isn’t he perfect? Gosh, he must have dozens of admirers, which I normally find pathetic. But You know what? I would also be mad with joy if I caught just one single smile of him on the street.
Sounds stupid, right? Well, that’s what he did to me, and that’s what he must do to every second girl. He’s charming, really charming. His body is beautiful, not Terminator-like, of course (I don’t really like that… scares me…). He’s the type of guy who I would love to cuddle up to on the couch while watching old movies (hehe, actually, I would even watch the Terminator-trilogy with him, if that’s what makes him happy), feeding each other with popcorn (oh, well.. we can eat nachos if that’s what he wants), and feel the sexy flow of his muscles when reaching for the remote.
Of course, I don’t know what he would react if I asked him to escort me to a Van Gogh exhibition, for example (uh.. now I’m being waay too prejudiced, see? Nice guys CAN be smart too!!!), but who cares! I am totally satisfied with his current role in my life, specifically that I can look at his picture whenever I want, dream about our imaginary relationship and sigh when I see that stunning little tattoo on his abs…