So Many Beautiful Women, So Little Time...
SO, my best friend informed me that my group of friends is doing Secret Santa this year, but just between the four girls of "the crew". Four gifts, four weeks, one beig gift at the end.
So part of SS this year is that we make interest lists, and include who our ideal "husband" is (i.e. the typical famous face substitution). I was informed that I would be allowed a wife instead. Woohoo for me.
So apparently the other three were hanging together while I was at school today, and they tried to figure out who my ideal would be. Dani, my best friend, of course said HG from WH13. Obviously you can see why she's my best friend. But apparently the other two automatically said Scarlett Johanssen. Which, would not be entirely wrong, in theory.
Now, Dani has yet to find a male in Hollywood or elsewhere to fit her ideal. So, being the best friend, I volunteered to help her in the search (as of now, we are narrowed down to James McAvoy, Jake Gylenhaal, Tom Hardy, and Marton Csokas). I asked her then to look up a few ladies (or gents) she thought I might like. (In all honesty, I'm for Jaime Murray all the way, but I wanted to see what she'd come up with aside from her) 'Cause the best friend will totally know what my type is, right? Well.... Let me just give you a sample of what ended up being said:
Dani: I don't mean for these things to happen. I just think, oh, that looks like Jack's type. -click- GODDAMNIT, SCARLETT!!!
That woman must have sent me six different pics of Scarlett Johanssen completely by accident. I said, Dani, she's a pretty lady, but the only time I like her as a non-blonde is in Iron Man II. And then she sends me a pic of some bimbo posing for a Halloween costume store. I told her that, a) I'm not that American, and b) I am not male. I asked her if she needed me to write a list of "my type" and she said that all she had in her head was tall(ish) and long, wavy hair, leaning toward blondes. At this point I shook my head, and wondered why she was my best friend. Then I remember our otherwise awesome best-friend wavelengths, and just sigh. Apparently she's given up for the evening, and refuses to send me any more pictures. After I searched for two hours to find someone for her...
Some people's children...
So part of SS this year is that we make interest lists, and include who our ideal "husband" is (i.e. the typical famous face substitution). I was informed that I would be allowed a wife instead. Woohoo for me.
So apparently the other three were hanging together while I was at school today, and they tried to figure out who my ideal would be. Dani, my best friend, of course said HG from WH13. Obviously you can see why she's my best friend. But apparently the other two automatically said Scarlett Johanssen. Which, would not be entirely wrong, in theory.
Now, Dani has yet to find a male in Hollywood or elsewhere to fit her ideal. So, being the best friend, I volunteered to help her in the search (as of now, we are narrowed down to James McAvoy, Jake Gylenhaal, Tom Hardy, and Marton Csokas). I asked her then to look up a few ladies (or gents) she thought I might like. (In all honesty, I'm for Jaime Murray all the way, but I wanted to see what she'd come up with aside from her) 'Cause the best friend will totally know what my type is, right? Well.... Let me just give you a sample of what ended up being said:
Dani: I don't mean for these things to happen. I just think, oh, that looks like Jack's type. -click- GODDAMNIT, SCARLETT!!!
That woman must have sent me six different pics of Scarlett Johanssen completely by accident. I said, Dani, she's a pretty lady, but the only time I like her as a non-blonde is in Iron Man II. And then she sends me a pic of some bimbo posing for a Halloween costume store. I told her that, a) I'm not that American, and b) I am not male. I asked her if she needed me to write a list of "my type" and she said that all she had in her head was tall(ish) and long, wavy hair, leaning toward blondes. At this point I shook my head, and wondered why she was my best friend. Then I remember our otherwise awesome best-friend wavelengths, and just sigh. Apparently she's given up for the evening, and refuses to send me any more pictures. After I searched for two hours to find someone for her...
Some people's children...