I am fascinated by the results of my recent poll about which celebrity would be most likely to fall in love with me. Since 3 of the 6 votes for Bono were actually mine (performed clandestinely on three different computers), I can only conclude that Jack Black is my one true celebrity love match. I find this fascinating, and choose to believe that it means you think that I am funny. I am clearly no Satine in Moulin Rouge
So you could not choose Christian, the romantic dreamer played by Ewan M. in Moulin Rouge.
I have neither "Spanish Eyes" nor could I ever be described as "The Sweetest Thing," or a "Babyface," so how could Bono love me?
See? Ali Hewson has Spanish eyes. I don't. She's naturally beatiful even as she ages. I am not.
I realize that Mr. Darcy is fictional, but all that proves is that I am nothing like my literary heroine, Elizabeth Bennett
And that I am not beautiful, witty, or vigorous enough to garner the love of this man:
Fine. I understand.
The only clear choice for you, my readers, was:
Awesome. I love Jack Black, and would probably give up a back tooth or less frequently used appendage to be as funny as he is--so great! I'm okay with Jack Black being the celebrity most likely to fall madly in love with me. Maybe it means that those other more traditionally "handsome" men are out of my league. Maybe it means that you think Jack Black is deep enough to see past my outer appearance, and fall in love with me anyway. Terrific! Maybe it means that you think Mike is like Jack Black. Whatever. I'm okay with it. Jack Black, if you are reading this, I'm afraid I'm taken, but it's nice to know that we could be in love under different circumstances. We should both feel privileged.