The problem with having no good candidates in your life is that you start fantasising about the kind of men that you want.
Unfortunately, the two men I've started fantasising about are:
1) Brandon Flowers
Problems: He's married. He's a Mormon. He's the frontman of The Killers. He's like super famous. And oh, Bally has called dibs on him ages ago. Tricky, tricky.
But I once wrote him a letter when he was still single and not so famous. Maybe I should send it.
2) Flower-painting Guy
Problems: I only discovered him last night. I've only seen half his face (the pic in the magazine was only side profile :( ). He lives in New York. He is most probably gay. Sniff Sniff.
Maybe I should send him a letter too. His website has a contact sheet. Yay.