unless they are a movie star - cough Tom Cruise cough :wavey:

I just like him, I don't really have any sexy feelings for him. :) If so, barely, but not really. Mostly I want to play volleyball with him, have a silly laugh, and then play frisbee and ride on the back of his bike.
Nice try, though.
Now, Val Kilmer, I might be approaching a crush, there. but no. almost, though! close! but no.

I hear tell you, based on experience and when sprung, are starting your own line of these jackets in fabric that breathes - a fancy color choice will also be available. Personally, I think a clever marketing snipe would be to have those jackets in a fabric that changed color according to mood a la those tacky, but fun, rings from the 70's.

what if I almost cared about that?
:p

ha, told you I'd remember! :xoxo: Spanks again!

Nope. Don't even know it. :)

Obsession is more like it :wavey:

BTW - I have sat in both Audubon and City Parks listening with my ear to someone's heart and it was thrilling.

Well, time is on your side. So, grow your fingernails long and use them to saw through the leather. Then, call Rupert Murdoch in the room next door getting his weekly constitutional and ask him for the name of a good tailor and marketing person - presumably not one in the same. Do not, however, mention the idea of the mood jacket lest he steal that too. Of course, with that much current searing through him, he likely will not remember and instead call you mommy and prepare to suckle, which, though he is porcine, exhilerating for you considering the voltage involved - perhaps the light dim when it is administered, thus causing the nurse in the room to see the lower whites of your eyes.

Crushes... *sigh*

The leather was used as a strap to restrain your arms and legs by the wrists and ankles to the hospital bed, when you were being moved from the private cell in which you are confined to the straight jacket and have the nightly floggings from the caregivers - though they may also pelt you with insults and other canonballs whilst on the gurney. While on the gurney, I suggested that you use your finger nails to break free of the leather straps and run into Murdoch's room for some business advice on our mood jacket scheme, which needs guidance despite its self admitted brilliance. Surely and though mad and receiving at least weekly treatment in your institution, Murdoch would have some advice to get the ball rolling.

:lol: :laugh: As "Everybody Finds Out" swells in the background! :laugh: :lol:

:blob1: I finaly made a poll!!! But still *ahem* I'm not part of a list ;) I guess I will never be happy :laugh:




:laugh: That would have been sad with no votes - luckily by the time I saw the poll there were two - I, however, couldn't bring myself to vote for myself...:D

Well, considering I'm 6'4 265, I highly doubt anyone would find that terribly interresting, especially with the tendency towards gay folks preferring small skinny guys. Not me, put some damn meat on your bones!!!! :D