GOSH I’m so glad I don’t have to do another dumb lug. I heart you guys so much.
Of course I’m perfectly happy with the brother I’ve got in real life, despite the fact he’s insisted on being both younger than I am (selfish!) and not having cancer anymore thereby making it just a matter of time before his stupid eyelashes grow back and I’m no longer the most doe-eyed of the Plumcake clan (selfish SQUARED) but don’t you think Anderson would be the best grown-up brother a girl could have?
Coop is a Confirmed Bachelor –much in the same way Bitsy the First was a Virgin Queen– so odds are low he’ll be chasing your hot girlfriends BUT he WILL be surrounded by good-looking gentlemen’s gentlemen who will love you and buy you drinks, if only to get you drunk enough to “borrow” your size 42 tigerstripe sequined Manolos (DON’T THINK I’M NOT ONTO YOU, TODD. -ed)
He’s smart, adorable, funny and a Vanderbilt which, if you HAVE to be a Yankee, is not a bad sort of Yankee to be.
Incidentally Coop’s great great granddaddy is at least partially responsible for my existence since my beloved grandparents fell in love at Vandy in 1952 –which according to my grandmother’s personal mathematics would’ve made her three at the time– so it’s like we’re related already.
(Coop tries spray tanning. Adorable.)
Another great thing is the Silver Fox and I wouldn’t have to worry about going after the same guys since I don’t go in for musclemen and he probably doesn’t have the hots for the Archbishop of
My Pants Canterbury, which is good, because like my Nana always said; “No one’s too pretty to stab.”