Someone asked me recently what type of guy I’m interested in. It got me thinking- while once upon a time I absolutely had a type I went for (my cousin Michael can totally vouch for that and is probably laughing) it’s not really true anymore. My tastes, they are a-changing. Sort of…
Nathan Fillion– a lot of people know his as Castle nowdays, but to the sci-fi geek girl in me, Nathan Fillion will forever be browncoat Malcolm Reynolds on Firefly. Renegade, pilot, captain, a mixture of futuristic mercenary, and wild west gunslinger. He’s a hero- but he’s also everything a hero is not. He’s got a moral center that guides him, but he takes what he wants anyway. Let’s face it, if you’re a geek-girl, Steampunk is hot.
Matthew Macfadyen– Okay, really this is about Mr. Darcy- and really, if we’re honest, that one scene. Oh, come now- you know the one… yesssss, that one. Of course, any time I’m flipping channels and Pride & Prejudice is on, it’s the Shawshank Redemtion Rule, and I have to stop whatever I’m doing and watch. I’m such a girl about this one- my other total girl movie that I have to stop and watch shall remain a secret. Anyone know?
Anthony Bourdain– Here’s my foodie crush. I was so happy when Bourdain joined Top Chef- I love his ascerbic, biting wit and this intense devotion to good food. His Travel Channel show No Reservations has been a favorite of mine for years. He’s not only a damn good chef, but he’s a very good writer, and his blog is worth checking out as he blogs his travels. He’s got the good life- getting paid to write, travel and eat all over the world. Droool!
Leroy Jethro Gibbs– Mark Harmon never really caught my eye when he was younger- just another pretty boy- and if anything is apparent, the pretty boys are not what catch my attention. But when he started playing the reclusive, basement boat-builder with a sense of right and wrong that is unwavering, and his temples started to grey at the same time- well, then I noticed. I love me some Gibbs. I love his rules, the attention grabbing wake-up call of a Gibbs’-slap, and his love peppered with fatherlike tenderness for Abby Sciutto.
Mr Incredible– yeah, I know. He’s a cartoon character. Wanna make something of it? I dare you to tell me what’s not to love about Mr. Incredible. Just watch that movie again sometime- It’s really a masterpiece, and I’ve got a soft spot for Bob. From how he folds his super-hero self into his tiny car, to how he cuts the little old lady some slack and helps her get what she needs. He’s nice to the weird neighbor kid, and he’s a great dad. Plus, seriously ladies- imagine laying your head on that chest. Sigh…
Henry Rollins– Oh Henry! How I do love you… I’ve written about the hotness of Henry before- and nothing has changed. The man is brilliant, talented, writes unceasingly and has been the part of several pivotal bands. Henry’s spoken-word tours are worth standing in line for- you won’t be disappointed. And oh yeah, he’s a smoking hot too. Is this a holdover from my bad-boy days? C’est possible, qui sait.