Showing posts with label Mark Wahlberg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mark Wahlberg. Show all posts

Monday, March 15, 2010

Ethan Hawke, I love you more than...

The only thing better than Ethan Hawke? Ethan Hawke with a Brooklyn accent and back tatts. Liza and I saw Brooklyn's Finest on Friday night, and I spent the first half of the movie confessing my love for him in not-so-quiet whispers. I'm surprised I didn't get shushed out of the theatre! I guess everyone else was thinking the same thing. Hotness.

He is just.so.COOL. I'm so happy he's made a comeback—oh how I've missed thee. This certainly isn't the hottest picture of him I could have chosen, but I like it because it gives off the ambiguous "no one understands me" vibe. I understand you, Ethan. 

I love Ethan Hawke more than:

1. Ice cream (Yes, believe it)
2. My American Apparel leggings during that special time of the month
3. Lil Wayne's robotic voice 
4. Waking up on Saturday morning and realizing I don't have any plans or obligations that day
5. My boyfriend's English accent
6. Skim lattes (Yes)
8. When a yoga instructor does ALL of my favorite poses in one class
9. Semi-burnt chocolate chip cookies
10. Matt Damon, Jason Bateman, Channing Tatum, Mark Wahlberg, and Edward Norton (Sorry fellas, you've been replaced.)
11. The Housewives of New York, Atlanta, Orange County and New Jersey combined
13. Diddy loves himself
14. Someone mistaking me for a 24 year-old
15. Everything in Alexa Chung's closet

Ahh, unrequited love. I'm no stranger to it. Remember this post when I told you about my high school crush? Sigh. 

Tell me: Who's your favorite male actor right now and just how much do you L-O-V-E him?

Monday, November 9, 2009

Have you ever dated someone who wasn't your type?

When I first started dating my boyfriend, I thought he was cool, fun, sweet and charming—basically everything you'd want in a guy—but I had a hard time getting past the fact that he wasn't my usual type. At the time, I had never even been to Europe, so dating a Brit was something that I never imagined for myself. Plus, he has a fair complexion and blue eyes and light brown hair—in the past I typically liked guys with my same coloring. And, while he has played on various soccer teams and appreciates a good Knicks or Yankees game, he just isn't very sporty. His gym attire screams Euro and he looks a bit awkward in baseball caps. (Sorry hun, you know it's true).

I suppose I had always pictured someone like Mark Wahlberg for myself—baggy jeans, Timberland boots, scruffy facial hair. (Who didn't though, right?) However, I must say that while Boston accents are so so sexy, British accents are definitely sexier. Obvi.

In the last three and a half years, I've traveled more and seen more places than I have ever dreamed about, and that's thanks to my boyfriend. If it weren't for him, I'd still be an uncultured girl from Kentucky without a passport. Because of him, my mind is more curious and open, and I'm chasing after dreams that I never thought would be in reach. And it's because of him, I'm happier than I've ever been in my life. (Minus the empty bank account, of course). The moral of the story? Throw your checklist away. No guy will have everything you think you want, and if he does, he probably won't be as wonderful as you imagined.

Can anyone else relate here? Have you dated someone who wasn't your type?