Attraction

It's different for everyone. I have never been one to think that stereotypically "pretty" people were attractive. I'm not saying I don't find any hot stars attractive, 'cause I do. But generally it's because I have seen them be interesting during an interview, or heard that they still ride the bus, or they just seem like someone I'd want to be around. My number one star crush is Zach Galifianakis. Bet you didn't see that one coming. I have been in love with him since I saw the first Between Two Ferns. His standup kills me. And yes, I think he's adorable.

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I think pretty much everything that escapes his mouth is hilarious. I even watched the dreaded Jimmy Fallon show to see his piece on it. Not shockingly, it was hilarious. I wasn't so much a fan of his SNL appearances, but I get the distinct impression he wasn't either. He seemed to really not want to be there, and to be doing it for PR purposes.

I love Paul Rudd. I want to spend the day just hanging out with Paul Rudd, slappin' the bass, and doing 80s dances. Paul Rudd seems to be someone I'd like to spend some time with. Call me, Paul.



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Okay, that picture is totally cracking me up.

I also am madly in like with Ryan Gosling. Did you see the video of him breaking up a street fight? My man! Also, he apparently still rides the bus. I'm down with Ryan Gosling. No, I did not say I'd go down on Ryan Gosling. (Still, call me Ryan. We can probably work something out).



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But on to the real life men. It's kind of hard to describe. I like someone who carries themselves well. I like someone who has a great, if not slightly strange, sense of humor. I adore someone who compliments freely. I like honesty, and someone who you can just FEEL is a genuinely nice human being. Nice is pretty much the sexiest personality trait out there as far as I'm concerned. And if you can make me belly laugh, forget it, I'm yours.

My boyfriend has all those traits. He writes me cute notes that he can't wait to see me. He looks at me in ways that he doesn't have to say a word, and I know how much he adores me. He finds all of my personality weirdness charming. Believe me, I have a LOT of weird personality traits. He lets me cuddle him like a teddy bear when I need human contact. He plays with my hair and tickles my back. He is a genuinely good man. He doesn't care when we're kissing and I start licking his cheek or blowing as hard as I can in to his mouth. He lets me dance and sing made up songs about, "Ooooh, baby, you make me want to make you butternut squash soup and eat crusty bread. Then I want to eat some ice cream and kiss your mouth when I still have ice cream in mine!" Yeah, I don't make up good songs. (I MAKE UP GREAT SONGS!) The only thing that irks me about him is he is terribly naive, and has a lot to learn. But I'm willing to be patient because his naivety is a blessing to me in some ways. He hasn't been through the terrible stuff I have. He's been blessed with a pretty good family, and great life. I can't fault him for that. He may be no Ryan Gosling, but he's MY Rich for now. And my Rich is all I need at the moment. Love you babe! (He doesn't read this but I thought I'd throw that in there anyways).