I know what I want in my Chrismukkah stocking. Him. Preferably just wearing the stocking. Yeah I know, it’s perverted. But you see, this man inspired something in me during my twenties – he was so attractive to me that somehow every boyfriend I had from 2001-2007 looked almost exactly like this. He reminds me of a guy from Paris called Francois Arnaud (where are you now?) who was in my seminar group when I studied film. He was so utterly beautiful, in his old APC sweater with a hole in it, that I could barely tear my eyes away from him. So to see this vision on my telly in The OC, and what with him being a nerdy Jew AS WELL . . . well, I couldn’t resist. He is still pretty much what my ultimate, ultimate man would look like and I fancy anyone that resembles him.
(Vivienne – shall I call you Viv? – this is for you, as you share the lurrrrve xx)