Ladyfriend was watching over my shoulder and chimed in with, "Uhm....can I have him?"
I just...I can't even say anything here. At least, I've been trying not to. I can't hold back any longer.
First off, I'm jealous. I want to be pretty like Nabu.
Second, it's bad enough to be carrying on with some random individual on the 'net, all the while assuming he's some fat, bald, pasty white guy (a hot enough fantasy by itself), but when you receive confirmation that he is, in fact, hotter than Daniel Radcliffe in a sauna, well, that changes everything.
I mean, I'm fine with being hot for y'all's
brains and
wit, but I draw the line at bodily attraction. It took me weeks and weeks to get over it when I found out that CortJstr looks like Tobey MacGuire's cuter, smarter cousin.
I'll try to find one of my favorite recent pictures of me and post it, but I think it's on my other computer. There are, incredibly enough, some (highly modest) photos of me in a bikini with my son from this past spring out there on the internet, but my intense luminosity (it was April for pete's sake) highlighted by the glare of the sun makes me unwilling to post them. I was pretty pleased to be able to wear a bikini without fear of public ridicule after having had a kid, but man, are those days gone. If my digital camera weren't broken, you guys would be getting
belly pics.