I want...

Oh boys. What is it that makes one of them so appealing, sometimes suddenly so, that I wanna reach right out and bite his little neck?

Or grab another by the pretty blonde scruff and yank him out of the TV screen. Yes, I'm watching that silly movie, the one with Paul Bettany in it, looking like a human ice cream cone. SIGH.

I know, I know. I'm possibly somewhat hard up and perhaps reacting a little extra-strongly, but I always feel that way about Paul.

And if you must know, the Blonde (from whom I haven't heard in a while) bears rather a strong resemblance. I don't think that's the primary reason that I always seem to want to eat him up when given half a chance; I think it's actually a stronger force than that - chemical magnetism. But it probably doesn't hurt, either.

There was a medical study (stop me if you've heard this before) that found that women are most attracted to men whose immune systems are opposite from their own. I heard about this from Juno, come to think of it, but I think I've also read similar findings in another study.

By those measures, it's only natural that I should be attracted to giant Nordic blondes.

Which doesn't at all explain my current infatuation. Though I will say that I didn't go for this guy immediately; it developed over time, and has, I think, as much (or more) to do with how he is, or seems to be, as it does with how he looks. Though he's certainly handsome. And probably from a fairly different gene pool than me.

In knitting news, this Malabrigo merino/silk is unbelievably sweet to knit with. I'll have to photograph it in natural light at some point so you can get a better idea of the color, but suffice it to say, yum.

Yum all over, really. Just some yum from afar, and some yum between my fingers.

PS. Reading this over, I sound like a tiny little caveman. That may not be too far off the mark.