Today I Met The Boy I'm Gonna Marry

I want to meet Jimmy Stewart. The usual complications of one of the two parties meeting being dead arises, of course, but all that exhuming aside, I want to meet him. He was such a gentlemen, those who worked with him say, and I think he would have been a complete doll. I want to marry a man like Jimmy Stewart.

Or perhaps like Cary Grant. So classy, debonair, handsome; what else could a girl want? A talented actor, and his delivery? Sublime. His real named was Archibald. Would I have to call him that, or could I stick with Cary, or Mr.Grant, if we were feeling kinky? Who cares. The man was a hunk with a voice that cut through the air like a hot knife through butter, much like the sexual tension he caused in every scene he was in with any leading lady (and one scene he was in with Jimmy Stewart).

Oh, wait. Danny Kaye. That's who I want my husband to be like. Funny, witty, charming and talented in the musical and dance areas. How could one not want to tap that? Again, with the dead thing, it's illegal and all, and not really respectful, but I'm just saying. That man always makes me smile in all his films, he has such a lovely voice and sweet expressions, one cannot help but melt (like butter when a hot knife is put in it. See? See how I connected those two? Yeah. Pretty awesome.) when he parades across one's screen. Oh, girlish sighs and squees abound, kiddies.

Oh, oh, what about Hugh Laurie? Uh, and he's still alive! Married with children, but it beats Dead by a long shot. His writing makes me smile and laugh out loud (much to the dismay of the woman sitting next to me on the plane home) and his mannerisms are beyond adorable. He is not only comedically talented but can do Drama and goodness, is the man modest. I gush. I gush like mad. He is string-beaned love, and certainly has gained the title of one of my favourite actors over the many years of my crushing over Prince George in Black Adder. I think it was his giant trousers.

I think I'm romantically doomed. Thanks to my 'obsession' (I put quotes to try and ease the minds of innocent viewers at home. 'Oh, she put quotes, so she cannot possibly be obsessed, really, right?' Aha.) with leading men, I don't know how I'll find a guy who lives up to my ideal. It doesn't help that the leading men I fancy have such contradicting traits, either, I'm sure. It's weird.

An example: When watching the movie 'Man of the Year' with an ex (who wasn't past tense in the relationship department at that moment), I thought to myself that Robin Williams was far closer to what I want than the fellow trying to cop a feel during the film. And it's not the characters of these actors, luckily, that I fall for, but what they portray themselves like in interviews and bios and the like. Sigh.

However. I know that they are just regular men with talents in the acting genre, and that other regular men like that exist, but...Gosh darned if I don't want those ones rather than second best. But, who knows? I might tear them apart and find all their faults in a week or less, too, if I were to date them. Maybe it's me who has a problem.

Then again, maybe I'm fucking perfect.