If you’ve been around me over the last nine months, or if you’ve read this Weblog consistently during that time, you know that I’ve fallen in love with Gilmore Girls. I want to thank the .net for getting me into this show, and I especially want to thank Kari for talking with me for as much as I wanted to talk about old episodes as I worked to catch up with last season. I didn’t make it before the finale, but I did finally watch them all [save one episode, which I've got sitting on my TiVo right now, waiting for the last 45 minutes of the Blogathon].
Having spent all this time watching a girly show and not letting it affect my personal conception of who I am, I will now go further and admit to a man-crush for the first time in IJSM.org history:
I love Luke Danes.
Luke Danes wears plaid shirts rolled up to the sleeve. [See also: me in high school.] Luke Danes always wears a baseball cap. [See also: me outside of work.] Luke Danes likes to let his facial hair go scruffy. [See also: me the last 2+ years.] Luke Danes likes to work with his hands. [See also: all the carpentry projects plotted for the house.]
Yeah, I pretty much love Luke Danes. I’d like to be him, in many ways … and yes, having a Lauren Graham-esque girlfriend would be a perk of that.
[And I typically don't go for skinny girls.]
So … yes, Kari. I’ll admit my man-crush for Luke Danes. Why? Because all the world should come to know Luke Danes.
[I will now wait for Josh to come along and tell us that we're ruining the show.
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