Addicted to Lost

Oh my. What an addiction! We started the Lost series recently.  We're almost through the 3rd season. I am so into Matthew Fox. What a perfectly designed character he is...tall, dark and twisty, handsome, chops wood, fixes people up no matter their injury, looking for a good woman, and drives a BMW. I mean, who doesn't want to be marooned with that guy? In fact, I think I am crushing on him a little bit so I went to his fan site and read an interview. You see, if I read about who the actor REALLY is, then I can get the crush out of my system, and voila! It worked. It only took about 3 questions before he talked about all his illicit drug use and I was cured. I tell you , that trick works every time I get a TV crush. 

You can't blame a girl for a TV crush, those men are designed with me in mind. They play on EVERY single need and fantasy we women have in life, and they talk more like us then real men do. Let's talk about McDreamy, shall we? His hair is coifed to the single hair, just so we'll swoon. Not to mention his "my wife left me and I just want someone to love me" thing going on. He is our every dream in life. A rich man who wants to build a fantasy house overlooking a Pacific Northwest harbor who goes to work so he can settle down with a nice girl and have a family. Yup.

My man doesn't have hair like McDreamy, his is more like everymans' hair. Not quite blonde, not quite brown. He takes out the garbage and he gets holes in his shorts I have to mend during nap times. He leaves some little shaving hairs near the faucet and he makes eggs for the whole family on the weekend. He works hard, he comes home every night and he always drives the truck to the dump so I don't have to. 

My man isn't a doctor at Seattle Grace, but he's MY man and he doesn't sleep with interns, he sleeps with me.