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The five I would sleep with if given a chance (alive):
Rufus Sewell (One of the most perfectly born males ever, i also think he's probably kinky)
Joan Chen (I love her forever)
Colin Firth (He really only need to walk in a room and say, "Good Lord Woman! Put your clothes back on!")
Tetsuji Tamayama (Pretty, pretty, pretty boy - Oh Takumi!!)
Clive Owen
Honorable Mentioned:
Ju Ji-Hun (Ah me, total perfection)
Masanobu Ando
Tatsuya Matsui (I will not fear robots)
Justin Hawkins (Ah me, more fun that I can imagine)
Francesco Clemente (Once the Italian starts working...)
Kaoru from Dir En Grey - just because. Not a huge fan of the music, but I stand in awe of them.
what do you know jon? latest reports of you have you sequestered away in your apartment like ole jd salinger. oh my god, where the hell is that novel you've all been mentally promising us? THINK OF POSTERITY MAN! what will the children think of us?
I hate when this question comes up, like, socially, when you're hanging out with people, which it does from time to time, which I suppose the Friends episode has something to do with (which I didn't know about until now). The reason I hate it is that I can't see celebrities as - urgh. They're not even human. They're a fantasy hybrid of some sort. But saying they're like a different species doesn't even go far enough for explaining it because that isn't intrinsically a problem as far as I'm concerned. It's a combination of looking sort of human, but not being human - I'm trying very hard not to say "uncanny valley" here - that makes the whole idea kind of yucky to me. I think. Something like that. Anyway, it's a lot easier to just lie and make someone up than it is to get involved in explaining that, but then picking someone arbitrarily is really annoying too.
1. Paul Weller (this, I know, will come as some shock)
2. Clive Owen
3. Daniel Craig
4. there is no number 4
Of course, the first time I got invited backstage to meet Weller, my boyfriend (who, I should be clear, cares little for Weller and had never been to one of his concerts before or since) grabbed my arm, looked me right in the eye, and said firmly "THERE IS NO LIST."
"Oh, there's a list," I said.
"NO LIST."
Though my boyfriend jokes around about 98% of the time, I could tell that in this case, he was serious as cancer. I sighed and said OK. Which worked out fine anyway, because though Weller was quite friendly and flirty and lovely, he didn't actually make a pass at me.
Ahh, I know that she likes Viggo Mortensen, Clive Owen and (early) Micky Rourke but I don't have a list like that. I'm too much of a shy geek to even contemplate a relationship with another woman.
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