Oh you guys, I have just been so tickled by the response I’ve gotten for the DIY Monday Hotness. All I can say is that y’all are some twitterpated broads and I love that about you.
The response has been SO great that I’m dedicating the rest of the Mondays in August to reader submitted Monday Hotnesses, so if you missed the deadline or your fella didn’t make it this time there’s still hope.
On with the hotness!
Alex here made my short list right off the bat because he has all the hallmarks of a guy I’d like to know. I love the hidden little smirk, the evidence of geekery and potential music snobbery and the faraway look in his eyes that says either “SPOON!” or “I could probably fix that with duct tape.” Joy, tell him he gets extra points for the Manly and Intrepid Pose.
How cute is Eric? Answer: So. Freaking. Cute. and sort of like he should be on The West Wing. He’s another one that made the short list super-fast because he looks like Jack Lemmon and I’ve loved Jack Lemmon since I was six. PLUS apparently he’s some fancypants playwright and went to one of the few Yankee schools I deem acceptable, meaning he’s aces in my book (don’t worry Eric, not everyone can go to Vanderbilt). Carrie, can he be my pretend boyfriend when I’m kicking it Calistyle? I’ll take that restraining order as a “yes”.
The Stonecutter here almost didn’t make the cut. Not because he’s anything less than a total biscuit, but because my father –who was also a submission thanks to his crazy child bride figuring out the parental controls on the computer– is a gemstone cutter and I was grossed out by association. HOWEVER, Mr Cutter here looks nothing like my father and may in fact earn extra credit points for being a ginger or at least having ginger leanings. I think I’m going to need some color shots Krista!
Leher here is the subject of my favorite email because it was short, sweet and involved the phrase “dirty bird”. From the looks of this photo, Denise, you ain’t never told a lie. I also appreciate the amount of cuff he’s showing. Just because you’re dirty doesn’t mean you can’t be dapper.
Finally there’s Kerry. I spent a good ten minutes going back and forth on this one because I wasn’t completely sure I didn’t know him since he lives in Texas and looks like pretty much every guy I hung out with from 2001-2007. So then I had to think, if I did know him did we date, and if we did date was he the guy from the Night of a Thousand Questionable Choices that happened –coincidentally– a mere 24 hours after the events described in today’s Daily Kick. I don’t really remember much from that night other than two former producers from the L.A. punk scene who stopped me from buying a 1962 Cadillac sight unseen and then things happened and eventually there were bagels. I’m fairly confident he’s not, which is why I’m giving him the highly-coveted Plumcake Pick, bestowed this week upon the guy I’d be most likely to stay up ’til 3 in the morning on a Tuesday, drinking Lonestar in an apartment above a tattoo parlor, discussing Wanda Jackson, Cadillacs, the relative suckiness of everything in Vegas except the Doubledown Saloon and whether Songs The Lord Taught Us or Big Beat from Badsville is the superior Cramps album. Well, Leigh? Which one is it?
So that’s all for this week, next week there will be more homegrown Monday Hotness so keep your emails coming. Oh, and because I promised Twistie, here’s a photo of my on-again off-again Gallic goofball. You’re just lucky it’s not the Speedo.