I am not one who is easily skeeved but Eric Dane kinda skeeves me out.
It’s been a while since we’ve had just a plain ole run-of-the-mill American Hunk, and since it’s his birthday and I’ve done far too many people who are actually interesting and have non-hotness-related redeeming qualities I figured for his birthday I’d toss him a little hotness love. Except not in any actual fluid-exchanging sense, because, as I mentioned, he skeeves me out and although I’ve never had a latex allergy before; I’ve never had to employ it in the quantities I would require to get near Mr Dane.
I am not especially familiar with Mr Dane’s body of work, I know he’s on Grey’s Anatomy and that he married the Noxeema girl who killed some kid with her car and then they made a porn, except it wasn’t really a porn but maybe people sitting around in their underwear smoking cigarettes talking about having sex, which sounds anticlimactic and also a lot like what I’m pretty sure my grandfather and his buddies would do if my grandmother and her friends ever left town for the week.
He also has a Pervy Moustache, and it’s entirely possible the PM is what bothers me the most. Obviously Mr Dane is doing his best Errol Flynn –who also creeps me the heck out, even though he was born Church of England– so perhaps some residual Flynn-skeeve is rubbing off on Mr Dane, the literal prospect of which which has now grossed me out so much that I need to close all my browser tabs and hit the Silkwood Spa.