Apr 26, 2007 14:03
Dear Gerard Butler,
Please tie me up, hurt me and fuck me.
Please come over and growl at me.
This is so weird as I've never written a fan letter before, but you gotta start somewhere, aye? I'm trying not to make this sound creepy - I get enough of those myself to last for both of us.
I mean, honestly, what on earth possesses anyone to send somebody their underwear? Let alone used? Ever got one of those? Then you know what I mean. I mean, most of the time when it's new and clean underwear it doesn't even fit me and if it's used before... ick. Would you want to wear a stranger's used underwear?
Okay, so those young ones, the obviously 12 year old ones declaring their undying love for you and wanting to marry you - I have to say, those are cute, aren't they? We all had our idols when we were young. Still have them, even though now they probably are different ones and we don't want to marry them. Just fuck them.
Anyway, to the point of this letter: I loved your performance in 300. It's a shame we haven't met yet, I think I could learn quite a bit from you.
Greetings,
Jonathan - just call me Jon - Rhys Meyers
theatrical muse topic,
gerard butler