Remember a while back, when I talked about my physical type?
And that part where I said all of those were negotiable, and don’t really matter?
I think I lied.
Because as much as I may get along with guys of all shapes, sizes and colours, a pair of big chocolate coloured eyes, on a shaggy-rock-star-esque haired brunette with a killer smile will cause me to swoon.
Every. Single. Time.
You’ve been ogling the guy from 54-40 again haven’t you.
the rhythm guitar player is ho-ho-HOT, but he’s only one of a few i’ve been ogling lately 😛
Technically, “brunettes” are female 😉
bah! down with linguistics!