You mesmerized me up there on the screen. Your baldness. Your tattoos. Your huge muscles and thick neck. Your swagger.
Vin, you and I are as opposite as opposite can be. You are super cool. I am not. You look scary. I do not. You can do things like drive a Ferrari off a bridge and then parachute off of it all the while video recording your thoughts on government censorship (xXx, baby). I, sadly, cannot.
So why, every time I see you in a movie, do I feel this je ne sais quoi about you? Why, when I see you in this look:
…do I think you pull it off? Like really well?
There is no dimension in any universe where we could possibly go together. Everything says you should repulse me. Yet…
I am not the only one. I have a friend, who will remain nameless, who also believes you are all that and a bag of chips. Why? Again, it cannot be explained.
So I ask my readers, any other thrity-something, housewife-ish type out there feel the same weirdness for my man Vin?